Ouch

So, did I tell you I threw my back out? Yep. Very painful. Did I happen to tell you how I threw my back out? No? Maybe there is a reason for that. It's because . . . well . . . it's slightly embarrassing.

Last weekend, we were raking leaves (sound familiar?). After, I was leafy and tired so I took a long hot bath and then took a nap. Naps-the reward of raking. I wake from the nap refreshed. I sleep on my stomach and I push up to see what time it is. Ahh, still early. At that point, I decide its time to get up. I guess I should say, our bed is covered with heavy quilts, etc. I am doing a push up in bed and decide to flip over and kick the blankets off at the same time. Hard to explain but even harder on the back. Whammy. Ouch. So, now I am face down on the bed-all tense and in pain. I will myself not to be tensed up as I know it is only making it worse. Slowly, I roll over and get out of bed. Hmmm, the back isn't hurting, but man, it was really painful for a few minutes there. I am so lucky it isn't hurting . . . ouch, did I move wrong? Ahhhhhhh, now I get it. The back is fine until I move a certain way. But I can't figure out the movement that makes me wince. Oh well, it will get better.

Yep, I actually threw my back out . . . getting out of bed. Really. How many can say that? Too bad my back isn't like the kitten's back. Caesar sleeps in any way he wants.