June 21, 2004

Crippled Again

I threw my stupid back out again. Five days before I'm supposed to get on an airplane for eight hours to Oregon. Luckily, it's not quite as severe as the last time when I could barely walk, couldn't sit at all and got stuck in bed for a week. At least this time I can walk, albeit like a 100 year old woman, and sitting is bearable for periods of time.

This all happened because I spent seven hours straight yesterday doing spring/summer cleaning and after it was all over I decided to spraypaint a table. That was what killed me I think. Before I went to bed last night I was in pain so I did some yoga stretches before going to sleep. I woke up at 4 in the morning in excruciating pain.

So I called in to work and went to my chiropractor who was very optimistic and claims I should be well enough to get on my flight on Saturday. But it looks like I'm going to be spending the day in bed tomorrow too. Damn back. Why does it have to be so damn temperamental?

Posted by Maria at June 21, 2004 06:42 PM | TrackBack
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That is the worse thing about backs. Once you hurt it - you are prone to throw it out really easy forever after. It's fucked.

My sister threw hers out around my birthday - she built my blog while in horrible pain. I felt so bad for her, until I found out how she fucked up her back - then I was jealous.

Yep, wild sex. She threw her back out having a "rough ride" - lucky girl. Whenever I mess mine up, it's like you did it - cleaning.


Feel better, girlfriend.

P.S.

Thanks for the compliment - it's nice to know at age 36 that I'm not a hag yet! :-)

Posted by: Rosemary the Queen of All Evil at June 21, 2004 10:17 PM

Thank you Rosemary! I'm finally starting to come back to life after my incapacitation. (Is that a word?) Back pain is hell. I imagine when I arrive in hell I'll be greeted by that really irritating girl from the recruiting department at my job and she will immediately escort me to a chamber where the discs in my spine will be played like a xylophone for all of eternity.

Anyway, 36? What's up with those baby blues??? You little heartbreaker! Pure evil.

Posted by: Maria at June 23, 2004 11:14 PM