Pain...

What do you get when you have physical therapy, followed by intense cleaning, followed by three hours of screaming kids, art, and cake? PAIN. Lots of pain… Seriously, I can barely move my arms, and my back has ceased communication with my brain. In fact, they are arguing about whether or not I can sit in this chair long enough to type up a quick post. Right now, my back is winning. Fortunately, my brain can be pretty stubborn.

But–

Throw in time, muscles relaxers, and a headache, and it’s all a losing battle.

So, what wise words do I offer on this beautiful Sunday?

Take God’s advice–make Sunday a day of rest! Otherwise, you’re body may turn around and attack you, beat you into submission, and then laugh as you curl into a tiny little ball, weeping like a child. It’s a very sad picture, my friend.

I wonder if I can double the relief if I put both a cold compress AND a warm compress on my back? Ooo…maybe I’ll throw in some Icy Hot, too. And my husbands little back massager-thingie. And…

ZZZzzzzz…

(Did I mention that today my oldest turns 6? They grow so fast!)

Maybe I’ll have a piece of cake before I hit the sack…

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