Just Call Me Granny

Because I threw my back out. And it wasn't doing anything heroic like saving a patient... or even from anything industrious like cleaning my house. It actually happened while I was sitting on the toilet this morning.

I really do amaze myself sometimes. I think I'm the only 25 year old whose back gives out while taking a dump. God, I'm pathetic. Next thing I know, I'll break a limb while watching television or something. Man... if that's going to be what I have to look forward to, imagine the damage possible from something the least bit more active, like cooking... or sex. Hell, I don't even want to think about it.

So, while popping ibuprofen and leaning against a heating pad have given me a little bit of relief, I am still having difficulty getting up from a sitting or laying position, and walking isn't completely comfortable. I'm supposed to work tomorrow, too, which I know will only make matters worse. So for the first time since last January, I'm calling in sick... I don't want to add insult to injury while trying to lift people and clean up poopy diapers and reach for stuff and whatever else at the hospital.

Man oh man am I a piece of work. I guess I really am high maintenance. Sigh.