I am such a klutz. No really. It is amazing that I have never had a broken bone. I trip, stumble, and sometimes even fall. There was one time I was walking up the steps into my building at work and I stepped on the hem of my long skirt. Face planted right there in front of the double glass doors. That is me. Just call me Grace.
On Saturday Ellis and I were working on our new garage. The problem with buying your parents' old house is that when your husband tells your dad, "Don't worry about cleaning out the garage. There are a lot of treasures in there that I want to sort through." Your dad literally leaves everything for you to sort through. Well, not literally. But a lot of stuff. A lot of cool things like an air filter for your 1977 Jeep that you sold in 1994, your plaque from the time you served in the Post Office Union, the painters hat you got for free when you originally painted the house in 1984.
In addition to all that "cool" stuff, we have been storing about 5 pieces of furniture in the garage. A tall narrow shelf, a buffet, bar stools, a washer, and this other cabinet thing that we used as a book shelf but also doubles as a TV stand thing. So, Ellis and I were carrying it into the house. I was wearing flip flops and going backwards most of the time. It is pretty amazing that I didn't drop the thing on myself.
We brought the book shelf into the house, maneuvered through the kitchen, then decided to take a quick break at the bottom of the stairs. As Ellis was tipping his end up, I was bending over, lowering my end. Then my back cracked. Loud and painfully. Oops. Yes, my back went out! {Insert cheesy old people jokes here.}
I kept hoping that just resting would make a difference. So I spent Sunday on the couch watching stupid movies that were on TV. Too bad I can't have that day back. On Monday (Labor Day), I read Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. On Tuesday, it was back to work. And the pain was still there. Definitely not better. Maybe worse. So I decided it was time to go see a doctor. The chiropractor worked on me for about 15 minutes. Then when she was finished, I couldn't get off the table. That is pretty bad. Who knew that those back muscles were the ones that helped you crawl or get up from a laying-on-your-stomach position?
Anyway, so that is my complaining blog. I am still in pain so it is almost all I can think about.
So, how are you? Did you have a good Labor Day weekend? I hope yours was fun and pain free!