And Then There Was the Time . . .

I pulled a muscle in my back.

I've had strained muscles here and there. But never in the back. Never in such a way that it causes spasms. Y'all it is not fun.

And I'm a notoriously bad patient. I went to the doctor, and he told me to continue to move (he gave me some stretches) so it doesn't tighten up but not to workout or overdo it. I took that to mean that it was okay to scrub the back porch, clean the house, and move a crockpot full of beans and my Kitchen Aid mixer around. Do you know how heavy a Kitchen Aid mixer is? Probably not the world's bet decision, and I paid for it by not being able to sleep because I couldn't get comfortable. And yes, I had taken something.

I did this with my ankle just over a year ago. I kept running on a sore ankle until I couldn't walk normally. Sometimes it takes me a while to learn my lesson. I think I've reformed. At least for now. No more lifting things and doing things I shouldn't. Well until I forget how miserable this is.