Be Careful What You Wish For

8.29.2011



So here's what happened.

I said I would blog for 31 straight days in August. I knew it would be hard, but there actually have only been two days this whole month so far when I was like, "What do I write about?!"

The rest of the time things have just seemed to....happen. It's like when your preacher starts his sermon with a story that happened yesterday or even that very morning that perfectly ties into the sermon topic. I'm always like, "How on earth is this possible that yesterday something happened, and now you have a perfect illustration for your sermon?" I wonder what fake story they were planning on sharing before the perfect real-life story magically (or I guess I should say spiritually, since it's God) dropped in their lap.

But that's how it's seemed for me this month--things just happen, so I write about them, and another day passes. Last night I was thinking about how there are only three more days left to post, thank goodness. I was thinking about how I didn't know how many more things could keep happening to me, and what was I going to write about tomorrow (tomorrow being today)?

Well, friends, be careful what you wish for. Apparently I'm all out of funny things, and now the universe has just decided it's time for a change. 

That's how you find yourself bedridden on a perfectly good Monday when I have a ton of stuff to do at work. 

You see, yesterday I went to church with my family. I remember hopping out of their Dodge Durango onto the sidewalk and feeling an uncomfortable twinge in my back. It passed fairly easily, and I didn't think much more about it until later that day on the 3-hour drive home. My back hurt most of the drive, but I chalked that up to being crammed with four other people in a Chevy Malibu for three hours and, again, didn't think much about it. 

Then last night, I was lying flat on my back and tried rolling over. A shooting pain the likes of which I've heard about but never personally felt went up my back. I rolled onto my side, curled up in a ball, and started whimpering. 

Yes, whimpering. It was very sad and pathetic, and it woke Jordan up briefly before he fell back asleep.

When I woke up this morning, it was as if I'd aged 60 years and was suddenly a hunchback. So I went to the doctor, stocked up on a few of your regular muscle relaxers and 800-mg Ibuprofen pills that might as well be horse tranquilizers they're so huge, and now I'm just hanging out in bed. It's glorious. 
Except the part where I can't move. 
That part isn't fun.

I think I'll take nothing to write over back pain. Got that, universe?

3 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry, Amanda! Back pain is absolutely HORRENDOUS. I hope you are feeling better very soon.

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  2. what the heck, dude?! what happened to your back? and you are definitely rocking the "I'm-90-and-pathetic" vibe with all those freaking prescription bottles! good gracious. hope you're back to normal soon.

    (ps - I was at LEAST hoping you had fallen off a mountain or something...not just jumped out of a car!) ;)

    -A

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  3. Thanks, Lauren. I can totally sympathize with people with back pain now...in a way I never could before. So I suppose that's one positive about this whole thing.

    Audra, I know, right? Super pathetic. And I know the reason I got hurt is lame. I feel ridiculous saying, "Well, I stepped out of the car..." Totally lame.

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