Lift, lunge, straighten, lift, lunge, ouch.
Hobble home, shower, heat on lower back, then a heating liniment. Stinks like a combination of the pharmacy and a chemistry lab at school. Jagging, burning and slowly spreading relief –all will be well. Wry chuckles from hubby, I imperiously ignore his mirth.
Sit on the sofa, feel the pull of the soft cushions as I sink lower. Settle back to nurse my virtuous injury – well, no pain, no gain, right?
An hour later: “Help me up,” I yell.
Seizing up is so hard to do.