I'm shuffling around my house like Ozzy Osbourne today. Somehow I twisted my back this weekend and standing up is quite painful, not to mention walking. In fact, I wait until I'm GOOD and ready to even go to the bathroom.
If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis...
Actually, is hasn't gotten to that point yet, and I'm feeling better this evening than I was yesterday. It's happened to me before--most recently about three years ago--so I'm sure I'll get over it before having to resort to Miyagi sticking needles in me. I should be fine by tomorrow, but I just don't want it to happen again for awhile--I've got a truck to load and a cross-country drive to make in a couple of weeks.
Oh, and to make things worse, I was at Kroger this afternoon buying a few groceries. After I loaded my purchases into the trunk, I went to put the cart back in the corral instead of leaving it there to scratch somebody else's car. The lot attendant was out gathering up a few more and when I went to add mine to her train she picked it up to shift it and she dropped it straight down on my pinky toe! I was wearing topsiders that offered no protection from falling objects, and the pain felt like I was being punished for disobeying the law of gravity or something.
Damn Newton and his enforcer thugs.
I think a few splashes of rum might ease the pain.