*Set the scene*
So, my little one is almost potty-trained . . . except for when he needs to poop.
When that stinky time starts a-brewing, he comes running up to me on cue screaming, “Mummmmy, there’s a POOOOOOO coming.” I usually try and coerce him in to attempting to go on the potty, but he always firmly insists that I put a nappy on him.
Yesterday was no exception.
A day like any other day.
Except when I bent over to put said nappy on he-who-won’t-poop-on-the-potty, I felt something in my back kind of lock up and then a whole lot of pain. I wanted to yell out, “fuck a duck,” but resisted and calmly sat down instead.
But, it hurt!
It hurts to move. It hurts to sit. It hurts to type. It hurts . . . period.
So, I guess I’ve thrown my back out. I’ve heard that phrase before . . . thrown my back out . . . and never knew what it meant. Where does one throw their back out to? Hmmm? My back is definitely throwed. In the trash. Out.
No wine tasting open houses last night.
No Time Traveler’s Wife tonight.
I have a call in to my doctor . . . hopefully she’ll prescribe some nice PT and massages and I’ll be right as rain in no time. It’s almost back-to-school time which for this household means biking or walking my kids to school. And, I think you all know how much I love to walk.
Thankfully, my sister is over helping out . . . changing poopy nappies for me . . . while I lay here with a heating pad and ibuprofen.
Any proven home remedies for back pain would be very welcome. Who knows? Maybe Casey will make a back/butt cube for me!