That's exactly what I'm doing this morning - shouting in pain every time I twist. I'll be fine and then I'll move just right (or wrong) and it feels like I'm being stabbed in multiple places along my back. It hurts sooo bad.
But only for a minute.
And I am old and out of shape, but I'm really blaming hubby for this one because I spent all weekend on my hands and knees. Oh my God, you pervert! Not like that! I was scrubbing a kitchen floor.
Yeah, I put Cinderella to shame this weekend with all the cleaning and scrubbing I did. And I keep trying to figure out how that happens since I hate manual labor. Haaaate it. Love the sense of accomplishment afterwards, hate doing the actual work.
And yet I've spent an alarming large portion of the last few years on my hands and knees scrubbing floors, washing windows, and cleaning toilet bowels. How? How did this happen? Totally not the glamor-filled life I had planned for myself. That life included breakfast in bed, drinks by the pool and a staff of about 12 half-naked men to take care of my every need. Wait...maybe I'm confusing that with the Cosmo article I just read...
Anyway, after all the cleaning I painted the tile grout. Which, by the way, is a great solution if you ever have a tiled floor that starts to look dingy. But, you have to do it by hand with a toothbrush so it's really, really tedious. And you spend a lot of time hunched over on your knees.
Hence, the bum back.
So I'm rockin the heat pad today. And flat (okay, it's a small heel, which is like flat for me) shoes. Nothing to make you feel more middle aged than that...I almost wore my glasses, just for good measure but I had to retain some dignity. If that's possible while wearing a heat pad...
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