Whoa, Nellie!

     I should've held my horses.  I went back to work yesterday and by late afternoon, I was in serious amounts of pain.  I wrote an email that seemed all right when I wrote it, and when I looked again, it was half gibberish; stood up to get a cup of water and got a nasty jolt, above and beyond the dull aching radiance.

     Got home, limped through the corner grocery on the way and managed to pick up a rotisserie chicken and a couple of salads along with a small bag of oranges -- and "managed to pick up" isn't just figurative language, it was almost too much weight.  I unloaded the car by leapfrogging burdens -- dinner, lunchbox, briefcase -- and stayed on my feet long enough to free up a wing and a drumstick for Tam, some chunks of white meat for me, and strip the rest of the bird for soup later.

     Last night was a low-grade nightmare of alternating cold-gel packs and heating pad (and one late-night call) and today, I'm better but far behind where I was yesterday morning.  I shouldn't have gone in. Paperwork and a few trips up and down the stairs were all it took to screw up my back again.

     Not a fan of this present state of affairs.