I'm still here

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.