Baby Got Back
J tells me I wake up screaming. Every half hour or so, all through the night, my back muscles spasm--maybe I've coughed or moved just the wrong way--and I wake up gasping in pain. I don't sleep well. J doesn't sleep well. Sometimes he sleeps on the couch. Sometimes it's me.
Every great hero has their secret weakness. I have more than my fair share. I am invulnerable, aside from my exploding eye, and my inadequate lungs prone to Death Cough, and the bicycle--my nemesis. And my back. E teases me that I only blog when I am sick, if I have Death Cough or my back is being disagreeable. For the last couple of weeks I have managed to do both at once. I'm a multi-tasker. I've managed to multi-task a back sprain and the flu.
This time last year, I spent a week laying face-down, recovering from the Great Eyeball Explosion of 2012. This year, I have spent a week in bed, unable to walk or sit up. I would really appreciate it if 2014 does not hand me a week of debilitating illness.
Every great hero has their secret weakness. I have more than my fair share. I am invulnerable, aside from my exploding eye, and my inadequate lungs prone to Death Cough, and the bicycle--my nemesis. And my back. E teases me that I only blog when I am sick, if I have Death Cough or my back is being disagreeable. For the last couple of weeks I have managed to do both at once. I'm a multi-tasker. I've managed to multi-task a back sprain and the flu.
This time last year, I spent a week laying face-down, recovering from the Great Eyeball Explosion of 2012. This year, I have spent a week in bed, unable to walk or sit up. I would really appreciate it if 2014 does not hand me a week of debilitating illness.