I'm Trying Not to Whine

I pulled a muscle or two (or several?) in my lower back on Wednesday afternoon.  I don't remember a particular moment of ZAP! and it happened, but when I bent over to finish cleaning the toilet, I started to feel it catching.  Ach du libre!

I have never had any issues with my back, so I'm grateful for that now that I know what it is like!  I cannot lie on the floor - it's disgusting and disgustingly boring (I can't hold a book up to read, I can't watch the telly; it's just "being" and I only want that kind of being when I want that kind of being!!!!!)  So, I  go between lying on my bed where I can watch a bit of telly or read (for about twenty minute stretches) or sitting (the most painful thing to do - really!), and walking about. 

It's really rather ridiculous.  The first night, I laughed and the pain peaked before bed.  Yesterday morning it was a bit rickety, but manageable.  By the time I went to bed last night I was actually hopeful I'd wake up almost good as new, as I was feeling that much better!

Alas!  Today it is much like the "peak" moments of that first night.  I just took 1000 mg of extra strength Tylenol.  If it's like this at all tomorrow, I'm going to have Dan take me to Trippler for some big gun drugs.  I think I can take it.  The pain, that is.  I really do.  I have thus far, and, I think I can continue to.

As long as I keep my sense of humour.