Diary of The Food Whore: Cursed

Cursed

November 30, 2007

Turns out dropping The Baby Jesus does come with consequences.

I threw my back out. Correction - I threw my hip out. And now I am officially old as dirt.

Because my patience is little to none I could not wait for The Husband's help in moving some furniture. He was gone, I reasoned that I lift heavy things like potatoes and cases of produce every day, so how bad could a recliner be?

Yeah, I know.

And I knew it was heavy, and I knew I would probably be sore. I just didn't realize that I would get stuck in The Downward Dog for like - an hour. Getting down on the floor and shrieking my way back into an upright position was quite possibly the greatest comedy of errors in my life.

I am now sitting on ice just having arrived back from my adjustment where I am pretty sure my doctor crushed 10 vertibrae with his left hand.

Tricking should be interesting. Instead of holding trays in my hand maybe we can just set the carving station on my back.

Good times, people.

Good times.

Posted by Foodwhore at November 30, 2007 02:49 PM

I "kinked" my neck blowdrying my hair last week, and I'm not kidding. Couldn't look to the left for 6 days.

feel better!

Posted by: christianne at November 30, 2007 07:31 PM

I somehow managed to throw my back out while lying on my daughter's bed to tuck her in. managed to slide down off the bed and crawl, no lie, into my room and into bed. I about cried when nature called...
yep, gettin' old...

Posted by: Tonja at November 30, 2007 08:08 PM