Danger . . . whine ahead!

Today, I am whining. If you don't want to see it, kindly click on a different link and take yourself quietly away.

I injured my back . . . I'm not sure how and I don't want any speculations/suggestions about how it was done. If I get into a comfortable enough position, I'm fine . . . until I move. Then the pain. I know I should go to get cracked (no, I'm not talking drugs here, I'm speaking chiropractic-ly), but who has the time for such luxuries? :-) If it gets bad enough, I shall pay the doc a visit, otherwise I'll endure. I've given birth to four children, so a little back pain is nothing (a lot of back pain? Well, that's a different story)!

And if the back pain weren't bad enough, I've also broken off a portion of one of my molars! I was innocently eating barbecue potato chips and off it came. It didn't hurt much, but it does now. I know I should go to the dentist, but who has time for such torture? :-) If I'm left with the choice between the dentist and the chiropractor, I'll take the latter!

Now, it's not that I don't like dentists, they are wonderful people (most of them) in general. However, going to the dentist is one of my fears, right up there with seeing a large spider in my house! And since the broken tooth is a molar, it won't show in my publicity shots (my smile isn't THAT big) so it's not important . . . right?

Okay, I'm finished whining now. I suppose I should try and get some writing/revising done today since I can't do much else . . . oh, hey, I just realized I have a good excuse NOT to do my housework! Maybe back pain isn't all THAT bad and would be a good thing to have for a while. :-)