Early Friday morning, round about 3 am, I woke up and decided to use the little girls room. When I got out of bed, I was especially stiff, for some reason. So I did some stretches. I bent over to touch my toes, careful to keep my knees slightly bent, and when I came back up, I did that slow rounded back roll up method they always stress in exercise class. And because I did that, because I followed those stupid aerobic class rules, I did something unpleasant to my back. It did a sort of a ripping thing. I hurt myself. I don’t know what I did, but it hurt. And the only way I was without pain, was flat on my back. I called injured to work, and there I stayed, on my back. All day. I did call into one meeting, and thought it was pretty cool, taking a meeting in my pajamas, in bed, with the kitty curled up on my legs. It did not, however, make up for the muscle spasming.
I’m glad it happened right before the weekend, because it gave me a couple of days to recover. I could stand ok, after many alieve, but I was sort of hunched over. I could not sit for more than a minute or two without a lot of pain. Saturday was better, and I moved around more. Sunday… there was no need to sleep in so late, or stay so horizontal all day, but I didn’t want to push it. By Monday, it was just habit, you know? Far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth when it’s passing out the Permission to be Lazy and Do Nothing but Read All Day cards.