I've been grounded and it sucks. I threw my back out on Sunday in the fray of getting ready for mom. I did it pretty good this time. By Monday morning I was worse off, Honey called in to work and got me to the DR where he tested my range of motion and the extent of my injuries. I screamed like a woman having a baby three times before I could clamp my mouth shut. I must have sounded like a woman having a baby. So now I'm jacked up on muscle relaxants and vicodin. Honey says I have to stay in bed on the heating pad. No driving, which I agree. But tomorrow, I may have to break out with the aid of a friend before I get really cranky. If I can get up and straight I can walk ok, though my knee tends to buckle. Sciatica. Same with sitting, if I manage to get down, I'm okay till I have to move. The only fun part? I have a silver bell to ring when I need something.
