In the last few days I’ve moved hundreds of pounds of snow off of my driveway, demolished my bathroom, hauled around a couple hundred pounds of debris from that, and gotten away with little more than a couple of scrapes on my fingers and two on my arm.

Last night I spent fifteen minutes sitting on the couch with my arm around my wife and blew my lower back out.  I went to bed at like 7:30 because I couldn’t handle the pain from standing upright any longer.  I’ve been sitting in my desk chair for fifteen minutes and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stand up without shrieking once I’m done here.

Naturally, I do this the day before school starts up again; I just had two and a half weeks in which I was perfectly able to get sick or injure myself with little issue for anyone and I wait until right before I need to go back to work, on a day in which I finally have been able to send my son to day care again and have a lot of shit to do around the house– which, oh, right, I can legally leave now, which hasn’t been the case for the last couple of days.

Ow.

(PS: Don’t bother recommending a chiropractor.  I’m more likely to see a vodun or a witch doctor, and they’re more likely to actually help.)