tomorrow is another day

Some days are better than others. I woke up this morning with a terrible pain in my back. It hurt to breathe and bending over was excruciating. Sandra came to the rescue with Biofreeze, a hot water bottle, Ibuprophen and loving hands that massaged the ache away for quite some time. It's a lot better now, but I'm still having some pain. I've basically sat on the couch most of the day, hot water bottle on my back, watching back to back episodes of Felicity on TV. I'm still in my pajamas wondering what to do about dinner and have graduated to "O Brother, Where art Thou?" on TV. All I really want is somebody to feed me cheese pizza and coke with Donna Miller's chocolate cake for dessert and tell me that life's gonna be okay, even if I never get out of my pajamas or make my bed again.

Okay, that was a little over the top dramatic, but I get that way when I'm in pain. I'm the biggest wimp I know. I know everthing's going to be fine--I'll survive a little back pain. I even managed to sweep the floor (how does it get so dirty so quickly?), but I'll save the mopping for another day. I don't know exactly what I did to make the muscles in my back rebel in such a manner. Carrying my new carpet up the hill yesterday? Trying to place it under the desk by myself? Maybe it's the fight I have with the shutters on my windows every night. I kinda have to do this pull with one side while pushing with the other side thing to get it locked. Could be the painting, wall patching, moving furniture, carrying heavy things... Guess it just said, "Enough. It's the Sabbath and we're going to rest." Smart muscles.

I could really use a shower and some clean clothes just about now. But in the words of Scarlet: I won't think about that today. After all, tomorrow is another day.