"So what is this?" you might ask... This, my friends, is how I spent the vast majority of my day today. Laid up on the couch with the remote control, a 500 count bottle of Ibuprofen (Yes, I realize that it is not securely locked in the Fort Knox medicine tackle box, but seeing as I how I have no foster children at the moment, I thought I would leave it out in the open within arms' reach. I am such a rebel that way. Take that, CPS!), a heating pad, and an ice pack...
I'll admit that the thought crosses my mind every night around 2:00am when my back is in knots and I can't get comfortable that I really do need to take the money and get a new mattress. But every morning when I get up and start moving around, the kinks in my back magically disappear, and I completely forget about The Sinking Mattress of Pain. That is, I completely forgot about it until last week when the little kinks in my back somehow progressed into Giant Knots of Burning Fire that have only gotten progressively worse as time goes on.
I left work this morning after one hour of torture. I couldn't even bring myself to go tell my boss in person that I was leaving. I emailed him. I didn't think that I could tell him that I threw my back out in bed and that my butt was going numb with a straight face. Ordinarily, I would probably mess with him and make him as uncomfortable as humanly possible just because I'm a little snot that way. (Fortunately, everyone at the office gets my sense of humor so surprisingly, I haven't been fired for it. ;-) Today though, I was hurting too much to think quickly on my feet. Heck! I hurt too much to be on my feet at all! So I emailed him and
I made it home, and then did what any other self-respecting woman would do in my situation. I called my Mommy. (Yes, I realize that I do that a lot. In fact, I do that so much that I have now created a blog label entitled "I Called My Mommy" for easy accessibility. ;-) I had good reason though! This is a first for me. I've never thrown my back out before. My mom, on the other hand, does it all the time. I just thought I'd go straight to the expert to see what works best to make it stop hurting! I very much appreciate her advice, because it seems to be helping a bit. I do not, however, appreciate her laughing at my sister and me because she is moving faster than we are right now. Christy is about 98 weeks pregnant with twins, and I (as Ka-Diva put it earlier today) have a "broken" back.