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:
- some ibuprofen
- a box of Icy Hot pads
- a bottle of Shiraz
One way or another I’m going to feel better tonight.
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