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Not good...not good....
Feb. 19th, 2006 11:23 amARG.
I just spent a couple of hours downstairs picking things up--which is good.
My sister Kim had called yesterday while I was out with DeAnn and Ingrid, so I called her back and we got caught up on all our stuff. I continued picking up and sacking garbage while we talked. Then, I had to pee, so I grabbed a little pill container that had fallen out of the trash, figuring I would pick up all the little beads that had dribbled all over the stairway when that bead box that I had tossed into the laundry basket to carry up popped open. I also carried up that white "stairway" shelf that's been sitting at the bottom of the stairs forever and set that up a step with each step that I cleaned off.
When I got to the very top, I leaned forward and swung the shelf towards a stack of stuff in the corner--and felt several pops in my mid lower back--and not the good kind. It isn't an ungodly pain or anything--just an ominous ache that doesn't bode well. I have way too much to do to mess around with having my back out of whack.
I've taken some ibuprofen and have been gently stretching my back out in hopes of getting things to pop back into their appropriate places--so far, no dice. I'm thinking about having a little nap in hopes that achieving the total relaxation that sleeping provides will make everything go right again.
I have too much to do to deal with this shit today.
GRRRR......and Sundays go by so fast anyhow--and I want to finish my laundry (which involves carrying pretty heavy baskets up and down two flights of very steep stairs), floor scrubbing, vaccuuming, and bathroom cleaning. All pretty intense physical labor for an old lady like me.
sigh
I haven't checked my powerball ticket yet to see if I am a winner, so I can savor the dream a little longer yet.
I just spent a couple of hours downstairs picking things up--which is good.
My sister Kim had called yesterday while I was out with DeAnn and Ingrid, so I called her back and we got caught up on all our stuff. I continued picking up and sacking garbage while we talked. Then, I had to pee, so I grabbed a little pill container that had fallen out of the trash, figuring I would pick up all the little beads that had dribbled all over the stairway when that bead box that I had tossed into the laundry basket to carry up popped open. I also carried up that white "stairway" shelf that's been sitting at the bottom of the stairs forever and set that up a step with each step that I cleaned off.
When I got to the very top, I leaned forward and swung the shelf towards a stack of stuff in the corner--and felt several pops in my mid lower back--and not the good kind. It isn't an ungodly pain or anything--just an ominous ache that doesn't bode well. I have way too much to do to mess around with having my back out of whack.
I've taken some ibuprofen and have been gently stretching my back out in hopes of getting things to pop back into their appropriate places--so far, no dice. I'm thinking about having a little nap in hopes that achieving the total relaxation that sleeping provides will make everything go right again.
I have too much to do to deal with this shit today.
GRRRR......and Sundays go by so fast anyhow--and I want to finish my laundry (which involves carrying pretty heavy baskets up and down two flights of very steep stairs), floor scrubbing, vaccuuming, and bathroom cleaning. All pretty intense physical labor for an old lady like me.
sigh
I haven't checked my powerball ticket yet to see if I am a winner, so I can savor the dream a little longer yet.
