I heaved myself out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, wincing and moaning. I swallowed some tylenol then limped back up the stairs and eased myself into bed. I lay completely flat, breathing shallowly, hurting, hurting, hoping to fall back asleep. Mentally I was so mad at myself: this was going to ruin my weekend! How could I be so stupid to have hurt myself without knowing it, and what was wrong? Finally, I fell asleep.
When I woke up this morning, my back felt perfectly normal.
So what was that all about? Did I dream the whole thing? And if so, what kind of insane dream is that? Or did two tylonol make it all go away? I don't know. It's all really really weird, although of course I'm glad it's gone.
Right now my back feels okay...a little bit stiff and painful in that spot, but I have a feeling it's mostly because I'm writing about it -- more sympathetic pain than the real stuff. Strange!