Ok, technically he said I sprained something-or-other-about-vertebrae-numbered-something-or-other... but I couldn't tell you what it was to save my life.
Then he said "and you sure did a good job of it too".
That's right folks, I am a total overachiever. Aren't you proud? I should totally get a "Great Job screwing up your back!" sticker or something.
He told me that I have, thus far, avoided nerve damage and he suggested I keep it that way by not straining my back further. He told me not to lift things (like kids and boxes) and not to do anything that hurts (like unpack boxes, organize stuff, laundry, move).
Then he said "and yes, I know you just moved and that you have 3 kids but really, this is REALLY important... take my advice".
So I will.
But wow, it sure is making this whole parenting and unpacking and organizing and cleaning thing go especially slowly.
And yes, I realize the "don't do anything" command sounds like some sort of a gift or lovely vacation but since my back hurts like you would not BELIEVE just sitting here I would much rather be pain-free and back to work.
And just for future reference? Chiropractors are expensive.
I am going back on Monday and probably a few more times after that too.
And then on Tuesday we take Olivia to the city several hours East of us for her dental appointment where I really hope they tell me they don't have to just yank out her front teeth.
I am no longer AS worried about money because God is providing for us and I am grateful. I just keep reminding myself to have a little faith. Although I do admit that I am concerned about how we will afford Owen's upcoming birthday. And I am DETERMINED to give that kid a great birthday because he ALWAYS gets the short end of the stick. Seriously. He really deserves to have a great 6th birthday.
The worst part of this back thing? It hurts to sit at my desk which is really impeding my blogging process and all that goes along with it. So if it seems I have dropped off the face of the earth? I basically have. Sorry.