Things were going great this week until yesterday. I thought I would give my hand a try at yard work. I started out taking a pain pill because of some other issues but as far as my back was concerned, I was great.

We were halfway finished with our first yard when the pain started. It was subtle at first, just enough to let me know it was there. All I was doing was standing and making sure my dad didn’t get hurt. So, when it came time for me to do my part, I put the backpack blower on and went to town. Things were ok, still had the pain but it wasn’t any worse.

When we got home last night, that’s when the real pain started. I was simply sitting at my desk doing school work and it started getting severe. My legs began tingling and then going both numb and weak. I knew then, I had not only done too much but had done something that I couldn’t anymore. I made it through dinner and a shower before taking another pain pill (only my second of the day) and a muscle relaxer (the first) and climbed into the bed lying on a heating pad. I am happy to say that I was able to sleep through the night. I wish, though, I could say that the pain isn’t there this morning, but it is. Thankfully, though, it’s not that bad.

To which, I am grateful. Today is my Gotcha Day. Twenty-two years ago today my parents today decided to take home a seventeen year old and give her a home. Things weren’t easy in the beginning and they still aren’t, but they love me as if I was their biological child. To them, I am and I am grateful for everyday I have with them.

Until next week gang!