Which do we have more of: ants or forks?
I wrenched my back yesterday. We were in town and DJ had stopped at a convenience store on our way to his sister's house. I stepped out of the van and my knees gave out from the back-pain. That's it...that's all I did. I got out of my van. I thought I was going to die. We went up to his sister's and then over to WalMart and finally, back home. I went into my bedroom and took a muscle relaxer and a Percocet and slept for about 3 hours. My back was still freaking out but I was hungry and DJ sweetly offered to make dinner. I sat stiffly at the computer desk and then even more stiffly on the couch after the kids had went to bed, watching the 4th season of The West Wing before admitting defeat and heading for bed, armed with another muscle relaxer.
I didn't sleep well at all and really could've used another pain pill but I couldn't get it and didn't want to wake DJ up to get it for me. He was super tired and needed some uninterrupted sleep. So I toughed it out till the morning and after breakfast, I went back to bed, after taking another pain pill. That knocked me out until 11 and when I woke up, I felt better. Not "I can't wait to go dancing" better but "I don't feel like shooting myself in the head anymore" better. I walked around the house a bit and made Leah and Wyatt's lunch. DJ took Leah to pick up his log splitter and I put Wyatt down for a nap. I should've laid down too but I don't want to take any medication without DJ being home. What really sucks the most about this is that I had planned on going into town today and picking up the new David Gray cd--now I'll have to wait until Friday. Bleah.
I didn't sleep well at all and really could've used another pain pill but I couldn't get it and didn't want to wake DJ up to get it for me. He was super tired and needed some uninterrupted sleep. So I toughed it out till the morning and after breakfast, I went back to bed, after taking another pain pill. That knocked me out until 11 and when I woke up, I felt better. Not "I can't wait to go dancing" better but "I don't feel like shooting myself in the head anymore" better. I walked around the house a bit and made Leah and Wyatt's lunch. DJ took Leah to pick up his log splitter and I put Wyatt down for a nap. I should've laid down too but I don't want to take any medication without DJ being home. What really sucks the most about this is that I had planned on going into town today and picking up the new David Gray cd--now I'll have to wait until Friday. Bleah.