Well, I sit here on the verge of my last week with things about to get busy. And guess what. I blew something out in my back. And it hurts. A LOT.
I bent down to pick up my cosmetic bag in the bathroom yesterday afternoon and crack. Ouch.
Let’s just say it took me 20 or so minutes to figure a way out of bed this a.m. I’m not even standing straight. My whole body is leaning to the right and I can’t seem to fix it. I’m hoping it’s just going to pop back into place on it’s own and I can continue with all that I had planned. It sucks. Timing couldn’t have been worse.
Well, ok it could have been worse if it was today that I was flying across this country of ours. I couldn’t imagine sitting for that long and not being able to move. I’d be stiff as a board and look so feeble trying to get up and off of the plane.
But here I am. On my last weekend in NS and something stupid like this goes and happens.
Can you tell I’m annoyed?!? Because I am.
Very much so.
I was supposed to do cheesy sight-seeing and photos today with Michelle. There is no way I can and it makes me angry. It’s too uncomfortable to sit and it’s too hard to get in and out of a car and I’m just really annoyed with it all at the moment.
I’m hoping the 2 tylenol will make it possible for me to ‘stretch it out’ or comfortable enough that it will just pop. *fingers crossed*
So there you have it folks, the story of the beginning of my last weekend in Pictou Co.