Last night I got off my couch, holding my 6 month old daughter, and screamed in pain. After handing our baby to my wife, I fell to the floor, half laughing at the absurdity of it all, half crying at the terrible pain that was shooting through my back. I stayed on the floor for 14 hours, unable to make any motion that placed even the slightest tug of strain on my lower back – did you know that laughing uses the back muscle and is extremely painful in a state such as mine? Consuming a steady diet of ibuprofen, I can now walk, stand and sit, albeit with moderate pain and significant awkwardness.
Stuck at home rather than going along with the hectic plans of this weekend, I couldn’t help but blog.
(Yes, once again, I break a self-imposed blogging silence.)