Pain in the back...

Friday morning Darling didn't want to get out of bed, so I decided to pick her up. She went one way in her obstinancy, I went the other in my insistence.

Annnnnddd...my back went out. I could barely walk.

I was pampered and babied Friday/Saturday. I even was able to sit thru the Royals game Friday night (Thanks, Mr. Budweiser) and saw the incredible fireworks show.

Monday morning I woke up in abject misery. Maybe I overdid the housework on Sunday. I still screwed myself up something fierce.

Heating pads, Alleve, even a muscle relaxer haven't touched it. Maybe it's time to go to the chiropractor that I use in cases of emergency. I hate going, but this is getting ridiculous.