A morning of blargh.

I did something Terrible at the gym yesterday, and today I am paying for it. My lower back is in agony. I thought I was careful, and I never felt like I was overdoing it, but Sweet Monkeys. I am barely able to sit upright at work.

I also forgot my sandwich on the kitchen counter when I left.

I may go home at noon - this is shaping up as a day of fail.

On the upside, I did get my box of Mythic Oracle cards!

Work now...

It's not always anymore.

I drove home feeling sorry for myself.

It hurt to push the gas pedal, to turn my head, to buckle the belt - all those little things that are involved in driving from one place to another. White pain, hot and sharp-edged, flaring down my hips and up my spine, ebbing away and burning again if I dared to shift or relax in the slightest.

It's not fair, I thought to myself. It's not fair to hurt like this, to wince at bumps, to ache for something as basic as turning the steering wheel. It's been a long time since I hurt like this.

Then it hit me: it's been a LONG time since I hurt like this.

This used to be normal. This was every day. This was always.

It's not always anymore.

And I felt better.