Back Attack!
Saturday morning I awoke early to attend a writerly event at Grub Street. Before I left the house my back siezed up as if Satan's fiery fingernails had impaled themselves into my flesh and I very nearly screamed many words of four letters. After it became clear that this monumental pain was not going away, I went to Medical where a fresh-faced doctor told me I had pulled my psoas muscle, and it might take 2-3 weeks to heal. He gave me not nearly enough muscle relaxants and sent me to hobble like a troll out the door.
Since then I have been gradually getting straighter day by day. Today I can stand upright, just like a fully evolved human! But the back still hurts. That's the thing about injuries: they make you constantly aware of body parts you never think about because you take their functionality for granted. I can't wait until I can take my ability to stand upright, bend over and walk normally for granted again. Really. Limited mobility=boredom=cranky Stephanie. I was so cranky yesterday I wanted to asphyxiate myself. So tomorrow I'm shuffling my cranky self back to work where I can whine to multitudes. Sharing the pain. It's what jobs are for!