Really, it's lower back pain again, but that sounds so mundane. Thankfully, it's not so severe this time - regular readers may recall a bout back in the beginning of 2008 where I was laid out for about two weeks straight. Well, laid out for two days and then seriously bent for another ten or so.
Of course, the 2008 case came because I did a whirlwind day of emptying my storage unit and shuttling in a baker's dozen of surprisingly heavy cinder blocks - taking everything back into my basement. Impatience did me in then, since I grew so bored with carefully moving things from unit to truck to basement that I started to pick up way too many things at once and move them too quickly.
This time around, I did nothing to provoke it. And there wasn't even that one moment where I was fine, and then bent over and couldn't stand back up from the sudden, excruciating agony. No, this back pain crept up slowly over the course of Saturday afternoon - like it was shy or embarrassed to be here. The pain itself is paradoxical, since I was sure that snow shoveling today (twice, once in the morning and once in the late afternoon) was going to do me in, but if anything, I actually feel a little better.
Maybe it's the endorphins?
Shit, that probably means I'm really in for it tomorrow. I'll let you know. You'll probably be able to hear the pathetic whimpering if you just open your window and lean out.