Last night, I was moving boxes. Then, my back went out.
I don’t know how to explain it. If you’ve never experienced it before, there are really no words to describe the pain. Muscles all down my spine twitching uncontrollably, the tips of my fingers and toes numb, the sharp ache that accompanies every movement. All I could do was crawl along the floor, push myself up the refrigerator with my feet against the counter (took ten minutes to get to a standing position), grab the ice from the freezer (thank god I hadn’t turned off the power just yet) and fall back to the floor, breaking ice cubes out of their plastic homes (for some reason, that hurt the most), dumping them on my back.
No, not heat. That’s not my problem. It’s techincal and not worth going into right now.
I woke up on the kitchen floor, my back all but frozen, lying in a puddle of cool water. I’m better now. But, I get a twinge every once in a while.
Top that off with the fact that I came into the office this morning and Seattle company rejected about half the flavor bits I wrote with my boss and that makes me a very, very grumpy Wick.