My husband knowledgeably informed me of this when he came home to find me sitting on the floor unable to move. I was so mystified by what I was experiencing I didn't mind him being right.
Earlier this afternoon, less than 30 minutes after saying goodbye to 55 seniors, having spent the last month reading 55 rough and final draft papers, 10-20 pages each, I felt a dizzy sense of freedom. Down to the farmer's market I went.
It was hot and sunny. The ice cream truck had kids in strollers and on two little legs lined up for a treat. Lots of tents formed a little square in Waterville's Concourse downtown with vendors selling goat cheese, bread, veggies and seedlings.
Happily my favorite farm Snakeroot Farms was there. They have awesome winter carrots and a tomato resistant to blight called Defiant. Nice name.
My plan was simple. A quick stop and get home to plant the rest of the garden. The daylight is so long these days I'd have plenty of time.
All I did, and I assure you I've gone over this in my mind, all I did was bend over to get a seedling carton. On standing up an intense pain radiated through my lower back on a scale with a broken bone or child labor. It took my breath away.
I tried walking it out, down the street to the bank as I didn't have enough cash for my goods at the market. No better- rubbing it, bending over, nothing helps. Somehow I got in the car (with my tomato plants and carrots of course) and got home. Bent over, I shuffled into the house and crawled up the stairs for ibuprofen.
Several hours later, I've found sitting bent over on the couch the most comfortable. This is my view.
So I am looking at my feet, writing sub plans, composing my first of seven daily blog posts. Bad timing all the way around!
So here's hoping for a substantial improvement over night in whatever the hell is going on with my back! Stay tuned.
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