On Saturday, a culmination of slight insults to my back created some of the worst pain I've probably felt. Out the window went all my great plans of writing, etc.
For the greater part of the day I lay on the floor with my feet elevated. At one point I decided it was time to switch to the couch. What happened was this:
Ok, so maybe not exactly. But I did feel like I was possessed and I did actually crawl a bit of the way. Thank God for the hubby, he was mean enough to make me eat something, get in the tub, etc. You know all those things you don't feel like doing when your spine is trying to escape.
I feel a lot better today. I even managed to walk around a bit without looking too twitchy and possessed.
So, the lesson today is we all misjudged the girl from The Ring, or The Grudge, or A Tale of Two Sisters (unbelievably great Korean horror movie). They aren't evil. Their backs just hurt.
Give the ghosts a break and some Advil. They'll leave you alone.