Not literally of course, I'm not ready to die just yet.
But.......I rolled out of bed on Sunday morning and found I couldn't straighten up.
Spent the whole day hunched over and hobbling around like I was 90 with a hump worthy of the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
From ribs to tailbone, I was stiff and in a little (a lot, but I've had worse) pain.
Monday, I rolled out of bed and stood up without even thinking about it.
Then as I walked into the kitchen, I realised I was fully upright.
Sadly, that didn't last past breakfast.
I lifted my left foot onto the toilet lid and tied my shoelace, then lifted my right foot, bent forward to tie my shoelace and my entire lower back screamed at me.
Not literally of course, backs don't have voices, but the sudden wrenching pain had me voicing a few words I don't normally use.
You get the idea.
All plans of swimming were immediately put on hold as I swallowed anti-inflammatories and pain killers.
Doctors will tell you not to take those together, but either one without the other doesn't work for me, so both it is. Just don't tell my doctor.
As it is, I don't think anti-inflammatories do much good, since I don't think my back is actually inflamed. There's no swelling of any kind, it's more a severe muscle spasm, a giant cramp type of thing.
Resting on the couch with a hot water bottle to ease the spasm, lying on the bed with my legs up on pillows, hobbling around the flat a few times as a token form of exercise, that's how the rest of the day went.
Luckily I had scheduled my Sunday and Monday posts last Saturday, as just reading and commenting in between naps was all I had any interest in.
And my kindle hasn't left my side.
I'll be staying on the painkillers and taking things easy for the rest of the week.
After I make a trip into town later this morning.
There is something going on that I want to see.
And yes, you'll all hear about it here.
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