I’ve managed to throw out my back.
I was even looking forward to dancing tonight. I’m bummed because tonight is the last night of dancing before class starts. We go from 7 club tips down to 3 next week.
I’m blaming the pilates class on Friday.
OK… OK… OK… I’m really blaming myself.
Update Amazing the things you take for granted… like…
- Being able to get out of bed.
- Being able to go to the bathroom.
- Being able to put on socks.
I fear growing old.
Update 2006-02-07 15:12: Walking, stairs, or even lightly jogging isn’t painful. Standing for a period of time is. Sitting down is downright painful. Lying down is OK. Quite odd all in all.
Update 2006-02-08 07:44: It gets better in the evening as my muscles stretch out. It’s back to excruciating in the morning.
Update 2006-02-09 10:33: Saw the doctor yesterday. It’s the standard thrown back, not anything worse. It’s less excruciating today, but there’s more of an overall dull ache everywhere. Sitting is still hard.
Update 2006-02-09 23:21: Sneezing hurts like a mofo. Similarly, on Tuesday I was helping Dina in the kitchen, carrying stuff to the living room. Something started slipping. My body automatically shifted to rebalance. Ouch.
You have a choice: alcohol or pain killers.
It looks like your body is getting rid of the pain fast, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed you’ll be back 100% soon.
wadrt sarah, the overall spectrum of choices is a little more more vast, ranging from assisted suicide to deranged masochistic enjoyment. Anyway. I hope you have a speedy recovery and will think of you tomorrow morning while I lace my boots.