I've hurt my back. Again. Thursday, there was this big thing I had to carry at work; that 'set it up'. Then, a wrong move on Friday, and wham! I hate when this happens.
And, as housemates (actually, my hosts) needed the spare room, I was staying with another friend. So, I'm not even in my own bed (so to speak) to be laid up. Now, I'm at another friends for a night or two.
Feeling old, broke, homeless, and alone. These things combined for a major meltdown on Friday. Blessedly, I was already scheduled to see my counselor-friend on Friday. I cried and wailed, releasing some pent-up grief.
Moving very slowly, I'm able to rest up a bit. Time to get back on the ice packs, take the drugs.