Today would have been one of those great days to have a slice already typed and ready to go.
Because today, everything I’ve got – my attention, my creative juices, and basically any and all focus I have are going straight to my lower back, which is in the throes of some SUPER muscle spasms. And, as much as I hate the idea of writing about physical ailments for a whole host of reasons, it’s also the only thing my mind gives me the ability to express today.
I’ve tweaked my back before, and I’ve managed to stretch and nurse my way out of it. This time, it’s a humDINGER. Like, a suck-all-the-air-out-of-the-room kind of deal. And really, it’s been happening for a few weeks, but I’m generally too stubborn to admit that it’s an actual thing until I can’t get around it.
A trip to the physical therapist, the urgent care clinic and the chiropractor later, I’m loaded up on breathing and stretching exercises.
Oh. And a whole mess of steroids and muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories.
So, if you happen to notice that I’m not as lively in my participation or responses, that *may* be the reason why.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to start ruminating on tomorrow’s slice…