…that’s what SHE said.
My lower back flared up with some pain yesterday, which started out as just a nagging soreness and ended up as a groan-inducing, Ben-Gay applying, Ibuprofen-taking sort of pain; the kind that makes you groan if you try to switch position on the couch or try to walk up the stairs to the second floor. There’s a spot that’s been really sensitive for the last three years (resulting from a month-long bed stay post-surgery), which flares up every once in a while, but has mostly kept its flarings to a dull pain. This is the first time my spot has exploded like this. (That’s what SHE said.) Exploded with pain, I should say. I knew things went downhill after you passed the age of 30, but never expected things to go down so fast. (That’s what SHE said. I love you Michael Scott.) Sorry about all the cheesy Office jokes, but it’s the only way for me to keep a sense of humor right now.
Things are literally falling apart in my brain. I was talking to my mom about it this morning and I started crying because “how the hell am I supposed to iron or clean out my closet with this back pain? I had plans today!” Yes, I am missing out on important stuff today. Instead I’ll be calling physical therapists to see if they are open today and if they can squeeze me in their schedule. Anybody want to take a guess which way my luck will swing??? Anybody?
Ok, I think this is all the concentration I can muster up today for my post. Must go make calls. Have a great day everyone!