Sure enough. You win, Karma. I hate you.
And if the back strain isn't bad enough, I can't even take the narcotic painkillers the doc prescribed, cause they're making me nauseous and pukey. Hooray.
Another trip to the doctor.Yep, I managed to strain my back yet again, this time doing the intense activity of setting my niece down onto the couch this weekend. Instant pops, spasms, and searing pain. And my niece isn't exactly monstrous heavy either. How pathetic. Perhaps the most fitting thing I read yesterday was a cartoon captioned, "My back goes out more often than I do." Truth!
Another 'scrip to the physio.
That's how I roll, yo.