Why do we do it? Today I loaded a heavy glass table top, and the wrought iron table and two chairs in the back of my Escape, to take to my brother's house tomorrow. I carried it off my deck, down 14 steps, and across the lawn. I knew it was too heavy when I did it
Now tonight I am sitting here after taking all my meds, with my mid-back in spasms. Even the Tens isn't helping. My son is coming in the morning to stay at my place and take care of my dog. Why didn't I wait? What is it that makes us want to be so independent? I guess I'm just too stubborn. I hate to give in and ask for help
BTW, I went to see the movie 2012 last night with my son. It was great. The special effects and cinematography are marvelous. Just remember, it is a movie, not a true story!
I've been on vacation since Wednesday, and have spent it cleaning house, sorting stuff, packing loads of garbage to dumpster. I think it breeds secretly in my closets