What a ride this has been…I put my back out then a week later I couldn’t walk. Now, after six weeks of chiropractic care, Mama’s cane, a back brace and handfuls of pain pills, I am doing pretty good although I’m still sore by the end of the day.
Mark busted ass making sure everyone was cared for and fed and the house kept up. He took excellent care of me…even putting the bagels and cream cheese on the top shelf of the refrigerator before he went to work in the morning…that’s love. It’s mind blowing how even the simplest things become excruciatingly painful when your back goes all wonky.
My family pitched in to help me get to my appointments and to watch Riona so I could rest. Pretty damn grateful for all that.