Today

It's my birthday, I'm 28 now.

You know where I am? In bed. You know why? Because my body is slowly killing me every day.

OK, so that last part was a little melodramatic.

This past week, I got sick. I don't know if it was allergies or a head cold or what but the sinus pressure-OH THE SINUS PRESSURE!- and the nasal drip-IF IT'S DRIPPING WHY WON'T IT JUST BLOW OUT?!?!?!?!?!? AAAARG!-and the massive headache-RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES-made it kind of a miserable time to be me.

So I left work early yesterday (Saturday, Nov. 13th) with hopes of feeling better. I slept. I watched How to Train Your Dragon and the first 2 episodes of GLEE (Thanks, M&D for great birthday gifts!). I took a bath. I felt better. HOORAY!!! I felt like my nasal drip wasn't quite so constant, my sinus pressure was bearable, and the headache was beginning to wane.

YESSSSS! This is everything one hopes for when going home sick from work!
Points: Amy-1, Body-0 
(Obviously I didn't start keeping score until I took some time to recover because my body was totally blowing me away before then.)

Then the sun set. It became evening. I went about my normal Saturday night stuff and THE PAIN FROM HADES SETTLED IN MY LOWER BACK.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.

Apparently you can control lots of pain with your breath. If I'm controlling any portion of it, I don't want to know how bad it really is.

This happens to me every once in a while. See, I used to throw the hammer back in college.

(That's not me.)

The hammer creates a lot of torque on your back. Between that and lifting weights, I totally have screwed my body over for pretty much the rest of my life. 

Yay, me.

Every once in a while I have flare ups. It usually happens when I've been coughing, sneezing, riding wave runners over bumpy waves, or generally being stoopid. (I have also decided that I only like the word s-t-u-p-i-d when spelled with two "o"s.)

I blame coughing and sneezing this week.

Now, I sit in bed trying not to move trying to make the spasm reaching from my lumbar vertebrae through my glutes into my hips down my legs STOP.

Score: 
Amy-1, Body-27239
I'm losing, but I'm gonna sleep it off.

Best birthday ever? I think not. Could it be worse? Always.

Perspective is wonderful.


I totally found this picture of my dad when I did a google search for myself.

Awesome! 

I love your hair, Dad.