I think I've had 8 hours of sleep since Friday. Maaaaybe 10? My back has been getting worse and I was so frazzled today that when the toaster popped my toast up, I startled myself and jumped. I can feel that my back is on the edge of going out. The last time this happened, I couldn't walk for 2 days. Also, I had insurance. Now I have no insurance, no prescription painkillers and I'm alone until tomorrow night. So I've strapped myself into a sexy Obusforme back brace and I'm reading about Munchausen By Internet cases because I fell down that rabbit hole.
Now, I feel like I must post pictures of my fucked up back and properly document it. Except I won't.
But yes. This sucks because I was all 'on Monday I will sign up for Yoga! I will be active and get healthy.' Nope. Noooope. I will be a lump.