Published by Tamara on 15 Sep 2006 at 09:41 am
I think I am (indicating a hair’s breadth distance with my index finger and thumb) this far away from throwing out my back. I was making fun of the way Louie rolls over in bed (which is not so much rolling over as flipping over like a fish out of water) and I felt a little tug on my spine. It has come to my attention that not only does being 30 suck, it means I can’t act like a big dork either, for fear of throwing out my back.
I got up this morning and managed to avoid tripping over my suitcase and my boots but in doing so also managed to tweak my back a little in the process. So this means I’m going to have to clean my room. Which I’m also afraid will throw out my back.
The night before last, I kept waking myself up with all the talking I was doing in my sleep and went to the couch so as not to disturb myself anymore…yeah, I was half asleep, don’t ask, and the next morning, my back was a little off.
What does a girl have to do to get herself bedridden around here? And some pain pills!? Or muscle relaxants!? Come. ON.
I’m hoping when my back finally does throw itself ‘out’ it won’t throw itself so far as to give me spina bifida.
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