I really messed up my back.
Shit I’m 33 and I feel 66.
I have no clue what I did to it.
I was crouched down, cleaning stuff out of the fridge (yeah, sexy right?) stood up and BLAMO! I couldn’t even walk.
The next morning I called in sick to work, my roommate helped me put my pants, socks and shoes on (ok maybe i’m 96 years old) and headed to the Doc.
It’s an odd kind of pain. It hurts so much that it’s funny. I actually laugh sometimes after falling to my knees in pain, maybe because it seems so silly to me.
So now, I’m just taking it easy. Wishing she would call and invite me out to dinner or something. I’ll probably end up just relaxing though. Taking it easy.
Tomorrow I’ll performing service for Viviane at one of her great gatherings. Serving tea, cleaning up garbage, making sure there’s plenty of food out on the table.
Maybe everyone will assume I’m limping because I just had some really intense play.
Then again, I may be limping because of the really intense painkillers I’m on.