As I got out of the car today after getting home from work, I felt pain in my back.
I have not felt exactly like this in years, and yet, I instantly remember it: it is transitional pain. It is a warning. It is an indicator that says, "Hey, you did something stupid, and you are one step away from doing something much stupider!"
As I slow down, try consciously not to stiffen up, take every move extremely carefully in order not to allow the real pain that I sense is just around the corner to blossom, and basically become, in body language and attitude, the spit and image of an octogenarian invalid, I rack my brains, trying to remember what I did wrong. Did I sleep in some strange position? Did I do some unaccustomed exercise that affected lazy muscles? Did I slouch too much at work, or in the car?
All answers come up no, as far as I recall. Nothing out of the ordinary (I should maybe say, no new or excessive abuses). Either I did not notice what I did to myself, or I *didn't* do anything specific, and it's just lots of tiny bad choices have accumulated to make this the time to hurt.
I've been completely inactive since 7:00. It's now midnight. I slept the evening away, uselessly, since the acetaminophen and curled up-position had only a tiny alleviating effect. The day is wasted, and though I waste plenty of days, usually I actively choose the method, rather than "choose" it by whatever stupidity brought me to this place.
This sucks. *sigh* I have now used up all my "sitting in the computer chair" time, so instead of doing what I want to do, I'm off to slooooowwwlllyyy search for a stronger painkiller and a different way to lie down (maybe the floor?).
This powerfully interferes with my self-image as "superwoman". On the other hand, if I'm still yucky in the morning, I can justify calling in sick to work - always a bonus! *grump* Of course, I'll probably feel fine in the morning, so that all I lose is me-time. *grump grump grump*