Walter Mitty Reimagined...

Something is definitely wrong with my back. Fuck the doctors who haven't been able to figure out what. Last night (at work) I reached the point where I could barely lift my right arm above my shoulder, and trying to lift anything (even a frigging TV dinner) was agony - pain would radiate from my shoulder blade down and across my back and around to the front. The whole night it was like a continuing cycle of micro-spasms - hot, sharp pains hitting like hail on my back. Toward the end of the night, even the manager was asking if I was alright. Which I wasn't. I haven't spent that much time close to tears since I was in labor. Got home and laid down immediately - 8 hours later and I still can't straighten up.

Luckily, I have tonight off so hopefully, if I don't do anything more strenuous than loading the dishwasher - which I *have* to do :p - I'll be fit for work Friday. Which will most likely start it up all over again.

On a lighter note, Petey is doing much better with the anti-inflammatories - even his good days are better than they were before, so I think we'll be able to stick with them instead of going to steroid treatment.