Last night I was in my aerobic/kick-boxing class, feeling pretty good about things, and actually even having fun.
Pop! My back goes out. It was that sharp, shooting, breath-taking, I'm-not-going-to-work-tomorrow kind of pain. Good times. Really fun.
I managed to grab my stuff and get myself into the car and drove home where Chris got me a heating pad. I popped 5 Advil and a beer, which helped (although I'm sure that can't possibly be good for one's liver). Now I'm on some muscle relaxers. They're doing the job nicely, but they certainly make me feel...slow. And dumb.
Not really not much point to this post. I'm just bored. Daytime tv really sucks, if you have had the misfortune of being at home during a workday. And I'm mad because now I probably won't be able to make it back to the gym for a few days, which means I'm not able to watch "What Not To Wear" on the treadmill because the gym has TLC and we're cheap and we don't. Grrr.