That phrase reminds me of the Movie "Save the Last Dance" with Julia Stiles and Sean Patrick Thomas...more specifically that song by Ice Cube. I'll probably have that song in my head the rest of the day now.
Small confession - I'm a sucker for any kind of dance movie. My hubby makes fun of me. That's ok. I can take it. He'll watch any TV show related to soccer or football (even Friday Night Lights).
So last week I did something nasty to my back. Not quite sure what I did either. Monday was normal - worked, did laundry, moved a few boxes in my office (still working on the "organizing" project) and took a short 1.5 mile walk. Maybe I didn't stretch good enough? Maybe my cat played trampoline on my back while I slept that night...? I woke up early Tuesday morning short of breath - actually woke up from a dream that I was going in for back surgery and couldn't breathe. When I woke up my back hurt like a mother trucker. I walked like my 85 year old granny for days.
My husband found it entertaining - especially in the middle of a parking lot or somewhere public - when I had a back spasm and stopped in my tracks and tried like crazy just to not fall to my knees in pain. (loving, huh?)
Finally got some relief on Thursday when I gave up and headed to the ER (my dr was too far of a drive for this kind of pain). Dr. Helpful barely glanced at my back, diagnosed me with a back sprain, and gave me enough drugs to turn me in to a noodle. (The noodle part was his discription, not mine). WOW - those bad boys worked well!
Finally, I'm able to start stretching my back out somewhat again and feeling better. Today's my first day on only Tylenol - no noodle meds for me - we'll see how it goes. The search is on for a good chiropractor.
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