Tuesday, February 3, 2015
1-7-2015 (The view from down here)
And now it gets interesting, folks. (Well, not really. It just gets stupid.)
My feet are up on pillows on my bed. And why? Because my back has decided it doesn't want to support my spine appropriately. Or something like that. And after I taught my morning piano lessons and drove my kids to school, my sciatica decided to make my life a bit of a living hell. OK. Not a bit of a living hell. A fiery, all-encompassing, demons and pitchforks hell.
Was that a little dramatic?
I know. But this was a very bad day. I was so glad no one was home because back pain makes me into a bit of a whiner. OK. Not a bit of a whiner. A screaming, weeping, freaking out, crazy lady who just wants the pain to stop.
Luckily I found my muscle relaxants left over from the back disaster of October and by late that night, I wasn't screaming anymore, which was a good thing.