* Friday night Hotter came down with Middle Child's most recent GI bug.
* Undaunted, and fortified with Immodium and a fabulous purse filled with snacks, we sallied forth on Saturday and saw The Hunger Games with those movie vouchers. It was excellent.
* Sunday I mowed, edged, trimmed, and weeded ALL THE THINGS. Which is good, because it rained all damn day Saturday and rained again today and the plants (the grass included) are all growing like mofos.
* Today was Big Child's birthday. In preparation for that I went into work an hour and fifteen minutes early, left early, ran to Trader Joe's with my rubber checkbook, and got groceries (we were out of EVERYTHING). Then I headed straight home, brought the groceries into the house, and...threw my back ALL THE WAY OUT reaching to put a package of organic string cheese away in the fridge.
* Yeah. I can dig three-foot trenches, throw sixty-pound bags of potting soil around, hell, I can dead-lift my HUSBAND and carry him on a triumphant lap around our living room just to be a dick prove a point, but a one-pound bag of cheese sticks? Dropped me in my tracks today like I'd been pole-axed.
* This is the worst back pain I have ever experienced, I think. Including the time I broke my goddamn back. I have taken a liver-damaging amount of Tylenol-laced narcotics and a hefty dose of naproxen (FUCK MY CLOTTING TIME! IN THE ASS! WITH EVERY DICK THAT EVER THERE WAS, THIS IS THAT BAD) and I still can't move any of my limbs without yelping. Also, my legs aren't working very well. Nobody panic, this isn't all that unusual for me when my back is acting up, it's just never been THIS BAD before. I like to think I have a pretty robust pain threshold, but this has me whimpering like a little bitch. If I don't wake up tomorrow miraculously improved I don't have any idea what I'll do.
* Well, that's a damn lie. Unless I lose the ability to walk I will go to work anyway and be fucking MISERABLE all day, is what I'll do. But right now I don't see how I'll manage. Of course, I didn't see how I'd bake the requested triple-coconut/vanilla layer cake earlier, either, and I still did that, so I guess I'll do what I have to do and even smile during if need be. I'm just not particularly looking forward to it.
* How are all of YOU?
Oof. Brought down by cheese. This universe, its sense of humour creeps me out.
Fingers crossed your back just, you know, RELAXES and this doesn't go on too long. The vision of you battling into work and sitting there in sweaty clench-teethed agony because you HAVE to makes me so sad. Also, boilingly angry with the CROCK OF SHIT of a healthcare system you live with, but that's not a helpful reaction. I shall shut up now.
Posted by: May | May 1, 2012 at 01:46 AM
Well, I didn't go to work. But only because my right leg isn't working well enough to drive safely. I have no idea what to do with this.
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Posted by: MFA Mama | May 1, 2012 at 09:29 AM
I hope that your back is feeling better by today. I've been worried about you! <3
Posted by: Sarah | May 2, 2012 at 01:15 AM