I feel like I’m about eighty right now. I threw out my back. I did this a few days ago when lying on the floor, and I simply shifted the wrong way, and–Pop!–my lower back/hip region was out. Yesterday, I assembled large bookcases (photos still to come), and I moved heavy objects by myself, and now I’m in very bad shape indeed.
As luck would have it, J put her back out doing laundry this weekend, and she found a good chiropractor down the street. She even has a clinic dog who attends to patients in pain! I believe I will be paying her a visit today.
I just can’t believe that we moved everything we owned, and didn’t injur ourselves, but we take on simple everyday tasks, and we get this. Why can’t I ever have interesting or glamorous injury stories?
For anyone interested in obsessing for me, my BBT dropped nearly half a degree yesterday, and it’s back up over another half a degree today. More on that tomorrow.