Flat on my back.....

That's how I spent yesterday (and a fair portion of tuesday as well) because my back decided that it wanted to fuck with me.

I've had a bad back for years, but like 90% of the time, it's not a problem.

I pay attention to how I move, and do my best not to twist my back wrong.

I lift with my legs.

I sit up straight.

I do all the things I'm supposed to, so most of the time it's not an issue. Sometimes tho, my back just decides that it needs to let me know who's really in charge.

I woke up Tuesday, and there was some slight-moderate pain, but nothing I'm not accustomed to. I ate some Bayer Back and Body (the only otc ive found that works) and headed off to work. By noon, I was in so much pain, I had to leave work.

Yesterday, I could barely move. I spent a little time at the computer, but the majority of my day was spent in my bed with The 40-year-old Virgin running in the background while I (re)read a book.

Somewhere during the night, I rolled over and felt something pop back into place.....

And the pain went away.

I would have gone to my chiro, but sadly, he's out of the office on Wednesdays.

So, it's back to work today, but it's my Friday, so in a scant 8 hrs or so, I'll be off for 2 glorious days.

Or something like that.

Buenos con queso,

T.