I bent down to get a sock from the floor this morning and somehow pulled a major muscle in my lower back. I could barely stand for more than about a half an hour, and sitting down was not an option. I managed to get to school and basically made it through the day. The tables are a good height for me to lean on, so after hobbling around for the first half of class I propped myself against Table #4 so I could rest. Goofball came over and asked me what was wrong and I told him I had pulled a muscle and that my back really hurt. He replied (very innocently I should add):
“Oh Miss! My grandma hurts her back all the time, do you want me to give you a back rub?”
I politely declined, but told him he must be a good grandson to rub his grandma’s back.
This is the 2nd time it’s happened to me. The first time, which was years ago back when I was still in college, I couldn’t move at all so I ended up in the E.R. where I had a very interesting time discovering what happens when you mix Valium, muscle relaxers and intravenous morphine (all administered by the doctors!), but that is a story for another day.