
This morning I woke up with a sore back. It was kind of twingey and a little stiff, but I figured once I got up and movin' it would warm up, the kinks would work themselves out, and by noon I'd be fit as a fiddle. (Not sayin' I'm fit as a fiddle in the least, but you get my drift, right?)
Nope, not so much.
As the day has progressed, I have become more and more uncomfortable. I really knew I was in for trouble when I picked up Parker at one point and felt something stretch a little too far...can you say hyper extension? Yikes...OUCH!!
So here I am...on the couch. Had to call in "sick" to work at the Writing Center. Luckily Mark is here to watch baby as I should be at work. But no, I'm on the couch...flat on my back...wondering what went wrong and what to do next.
I've taken a big fat Motrin 600 (left over from c-section, which as of this Saturday was exactly 1 year ago :-) and am hoping for the best. But I already know what's going to happen. From past experience I am looking at at least 3 days of hobbling around, gripping walls and steady surfaces, wincing and moaning in twingey back pain...it's a pretty picture isn't it?
Sad thing is I just had to send out a group email cancelling Parker's 1st birthday shin-dig on Saturday. I already know there's no way I can pull it off...it makes me choke up a little just thinking about it. Don't get me started. Pity party for 1, please.
Anyway, I'll keep you posted. I seem to be really good at keeping people posted online when I'm quarantined to the couch and all. :-)