Rough day. I threw my back out. I’d never done that before and now I understand the expression on a whole nother level. I strained it a little yesterday dragging my massive baby’s car seat across the floor at a weird angle. It hurt like hell but didn’t last that long and I rested it and it got better overnight.
Then today, UGH, I bent over to pick up Danny from the swing and popped something. Or pinched something. Or pulled something. Probably all three I think.
Mind you, my seven month old child weighs about 23 pounds. Sonny didn’t weigh that at a year.
So it hurt, but I was already holding him and thought it’d be best to get him to lie down and reached to grab something to take upstairs with him – and I nearly dropped him from the pain. It took everything I had in me to get him safely to the floor without dropping him straight down, I flopped onto the floor next to him and then – I couldn’t move.
Stuck prostrate on the floor next to my baby and my two year old. Panicking at the thought of my husband almost three hours away in the mountains til Sunday. Wondering if I’ll actually be on the floor until then.
I couldn’t get my mother on the phone, I couldn’t get anybody on the phone for ten minutes. It had already been twenty before I’d convinced Sonny to bring me my phone from the couch. When I finally got my girlfriend on the phone I burst into tears at the sound of her voice. I also eventually reached my mother and since she was the only one with a key to my house and there was no way my little boy could help me get up to unlock the door, she came over to help me.
Anyway, I’m alright. I’m upright. I’m annoyed and tired and I hurt but I’m slowly getting around.
I hate it when my body doesn’t work.
smokefight 