I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up

So I have become more intimately familiar with the fibers of my carpet than I have ever wanted.
Wednesday morning gifted to me the most horrific set of back spasms yet. Unable to walk, I have crawled and moaned my waythrough the house for 5 days now.
I have to say, it's getting a bit stale this point.
If you had told me two weeks ago that I would be lolling around a bed, having other people wait on me hand and foot, I would have been thrilled to hear it.
but, I am more than ready for the screaming agony in my back to go away, already.
Now that I know exactly how dirty my baseboards are, I've got to get going here.

Comments

Melodee said…
Oh no! That happened to me once. I feel your pain and hope that it departs for good!
11:06 PM
Suzanne said…
My oh my... I'm envisioning Gina and eb both crawling around on their knees nursing their sore backs.

It's not a pretty picture.

Oh. And hope you feel better soon!

Suzanne
12:13 PM
Heather Plett said…
Oh man, that sucks!
6:30 AM
Piece of Work said…
I have a bad back, too. Absolutely, nothing worse. HOpe you are feeling better soon.
11:33 AM
Anvilcloud said…
Is this contagious or something? I had some very discouraging days last week as I enetered into my second month of this nonsense. I've had two physio appointments and one massage, and I finally seem to be mending. But I'm staying off the bike anyway. I hope that this is a shorter ordeal for you than it has been for me. It's blasted frustrating I tell you!!!
6:34 PM
Suzanne said…
Oh, I feel your pain (okay, not literally). Back pain is so debilitating. Feel better soon!
5:44 PM
Piece of Work said…
Gina, you okay?
1:52 PM
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