my back went out
I couldn’t get out of bed this morning.
Well, I did, eventually, but it took an astonishing long time, partly because only the LEFT SIDE of my back punked out on me, and I was terrified. I knew four days ago that I had a pulled muscle in my lower back, but I just did my yoga routine to stretch it out so it wouldn’t hurt so much, and kept on going. It seems that was not really a good idea.
This morning, after my day off, which was misspent mostly shopping, performing miscellaneous household tasks, and crocheting a sweater, I woke up damn near paralyzed. I could move, but it hurt so much I didn’t want to.
This has never happened to me before, and because it was 6:30 AM and I was still drowsy and stupid, I was thinking
HEART ATTACK! STROKE! BLOOD CLOT! My house is a mess, and I’m dying in ugly pajamas! What will the paramedics think?
After I managed to crawl out of bed, limp to the bathroom, and insert my contact lenses (which was SHOCKINGLY difficult), I called in to work, in tears, to say I couldn’t make it. I lucked out. My boss not only understood, but dropped by with muscle relaxers and advice. He’s already been in this situation. He would prefer to have me stay home and rest, because apparently he rather seriously messed up his OWN back by bulldogging through a minor injury.
That actually makes business sense, because if I just grit my teeth and keep going, my back will only get worse, and that would eventually incapacitate me and render me partially disabled and pretty much useless for a longer period of time. Additionally, gritting my teeth gives me a smashing bitch-kitty of a headache, which makes me cranky and unpleasant.
Well, MORE cranky and unpleasant than usual, anyway.
At any rate, I’m going to stop here, because typing one-handed probably isn’t doing me any good.
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