Thursday afternoon, round about the time I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch, something Very Bad happened to my back. Every muscle seized up and I couldn't move without screaming. (&this after chiropractor appointments all week. But, hey! My neck feels great!) I was upstairs, alone in the house...and my phone was down in the kitchen. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops, what with the sounds I made going down the stairs.
Practically crawling, somehow I made it into the kitchen and managed some (probably horrific-sounding) phone calls while squatting next to a dining room chair, my forehead braced on the seat. When Mike came home about 15 minutes later, I was still in the same position. Good thing I have strong thighs.
Anyway, I've spent most of the past two days on the living room floor
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