So, yesterday, being our first day back home in Quite A While, We had Stuff to do, including laundry, which Steve took on while I settled accounts and various whatnot. My back had ached a bit when I got up, but since that’s more or less the nature of the beast, I ignored it, which works 99 percent of the time.
. . .only not yesterday.
The pain got worse during the day (I say this, who has a very high tolerance for the stuff), and by about 7 o’clock I called Uncle, who directed me to the Emergency Room. There, I received an exam and a diagnosis — muscle spasms and! you’re not 25 anymore, Woman — a shot of what turns out to be high-strength, liquid ibuprofen, a prescription for muscle relaxants in addition to one to see me through last night, and Strong Advice to acquire and use a standing desk.
Today, I am bouncing back and forth between heating pad and desk, and trying to settle the correct dose of ibuprofen. Normal service may resume tomorrow, but I’m thinking Thursday is more likely.
Everybody stay well.