I was officially discharged from physio last week! Yay, knee is pretty much good to go, Bodyjam here we come (well, in a bit)...
Yesterday, thinking about going to the gym, helping the kids get their backpacks on ...
What the HELL was that?
Oh my frickin' crap, my back is out.
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell.
Can't I catch a break?
Or at least a margarita or a mojito at 8 AM for all my troubles.
(Serves me right for even thinking about the gym. And for carrying that 500 pound shredder into the house on my own. And where the heck did I hide that Robaxacet, anyway?)
I'll be fine *sob*, really I will *sob*...