There Was a Crooked Man

Or, in this case, a crooked woman. I don’t know what I’ve done to myself—I was fine Saturday, but Sunday my back hurt, and as the day progressed the pain got worse until I was hobbling around and gasping and groaning whenever I had to stand up, or sit down, or change position. I guess I slept in a corkscrew, or something.

I hoped it would be better this morning, but alas. I hobbled in to work like an old crippled thing.

On the way home, I stopped by the grocery store and purchased:

1. some ibuprofen
2. a box of Icy Hot pads
3. a bottle of Shiraz

One way or another I’m going to feel better tonight.