You may think I'm a hypochondriac, but Mrs. HM actually has a high pain tolerance. She birthed two babies without drug intervention (but only because she got to the hospital too late, both times). The nurse who admitted her during her gallbladder attack that ended in five days in the hospital, and surgery, told her that most people with her symptoms would not be walking in on their own, but writhing in pain on a gurney. So don't ASSume that Mrs. HM is like Farmer H, and crying wolf at every scratch and twinge. Even though she blogs about them.
Yesterday I hurt my back. By bending over in the kitchen, to put triple antibiotic ointment on my hook-pierced toe. Which has quit hurting, by the way, and seems almost healed. However...my aging back has now become my aching back. I'm pretty sure I just strained a muscle. There was no sound, save the creaking of my right knee. But that's a regular occurrence when I bend over like that.
The pain is halfway between my spine and hip. Not quite in the back. Not quite in the butt. It hurts when I lean forward, lean backward, or lean to the right. It hurts to sit still, hurts to inhale, hurts to climb the stairs, hurts to sit down on the toilet, hurts to stand up from the toilet, hurts to turn over in bed, hurts to lie in bed, hurts to inhale, and hurts to hiccup.
It even hurt while I was gimping around looking for this:
One thing's for sure, though. It doesn't hurt too much to go to the casino, which Farmer H offered in a surprise text at 9:00 this morning. Probably just checking to see if I was up, so it might have backfired on him and spoiled his junking plans for this afternoon. Which is an added bonus.
It's Not-Heaven to get old. But it's better than the alternative.