I threw out my back.
I wish I could say I did it doing something fun, like trying that butterfly-upside-down-lotus-under-the-chandlelier Kama Sutra maneuver; or that I jumped over the barrier in left field and ran to pinch Gonzo's backside during Friday night's Diamondbacks game, getting injured in the ensuing security scuffle, but alas, I can't.
Somewhere between attending the game on Friday night, and going to work on Saturday morning, I tweaked it. I felt the not-so-pleasant twinge as I got ready for work, but went in anyway, trooper that I am. I didn't last long.
I spent most of Saturday laid out on my Mom's recliner, making friends with her heating pad and a fantastic little pill she gave me. She took care of the kids that were with me (Audrey and Nolan) and took care of me too. Ahh, nothing like a little Mom-TLC. Where was my loving husband during all this? Mr W went to the ASU baseball game with the rest of the crew....because it was the last homestand of the season, not because I was a raving, unpleasant bitch; and that's the story he's sticking to. ;p
I forgave him for leaving me in the capable hands of my Mom because he remembered that he didn't use all his pain medication, and brought me one. Wow. I'm sure I would've felt better, if only I'd been able to stay awake. It was like the pharmaceutical version of a tranquilizer dart, and for that, I'm certain everyone was grateful.
In spite of still feeling some discomfort, I managed to go in to work on Sun and Mon too. This morning, the only complaint I have is some soreness and stiffness that I'm sure will fade as the day goes on...at least I hope it does.
I want to get caught up on my reading, and need to be able to sit here. Without medication.
I can only imagine what comments I might make should I take anything stronger than Motrin.