Today I wept like a baby.
And the story is actually kind of funny.
I woke up Sunday with annoying lower back pain. I had trouble lifting the baby, but thought I’d be right as rain after a day of resting.
Monday: I woke up at 5 am with the pain again. Okay, maybe I wasn’t “right as rain”, but it would surely pass. I went to work and the pain seemed to be more manageable as the day went on.
Tuesday: OH MY GOSH. By 4 am, the back pain became back/right hip pain that was excruciating. Rolling over was horrible. Getting up was nearly impossible. And I couldn’t stand up straight.
Oh, and I’m nursing the cold from the Netherworld. (I coughed up a “thing” this morning. It was traumatic. I won’t go there.)
I literally limped and shuffled–like an old lady with severe arthritis–down the hall where I cautiously lowered myself into a chair.
And my husband had to put on my socks for me because it hurt too much.
TheBaldEagle was all, “You’re going to a doctor.”
And then my face crumpled, and I sobbed. And I was all, “OMG, I’m going to be paralyzed. I’m going to be in a wheelchair. I’m going to be a burden. This is my worst nightmare!”
And then the doctor was all, “You pulled a muscle. Here’s some aleve.”
And now I feel really dramatic… and silly… and miserable. I think it’s time for a nap.
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