A Weak Back Of A Week's End

Thursday afternoon I received a call from the lady at the bank with whom I am financing my home. She says, "Hey how's it going? You're approved." That was good news, although we had already received the pre-approval weeks ago. Still though, it is in my nature to have been a tad bit nervous that something was going to go wrong.

Also, there is a new law that states people in the home market cannot close more than once on the same day. In other words, if you are trying to sell your house you must close on it one day, but now you have to wait until the next day to close on the house you are purchasing. Before this law, it was customary to do both in the same day. Why this law came to pass I have no idea, but I think from what my real estate agent was saying it is federal.

Some more news I received Thursday was that I had to work Saturday, again. The supervisor who was responsible for the group working this weekend had military duty, which left you-know-who to cover for him. Arrgh.

Moving on to Friday, it was the standard go to work, the spot, home, then to bed. Only problem with the spot was that I didn't get there until after 1 am because we had quite a large bit of volume to process that night before I could leave. There was a rowdy drunken wedding party there and it was hilarious to watch the detective - who is a regular - threaten to take them to jail if they didn't settle down. We got a kick out of it.

Saturday my back got a kick out of me. I've never had problems before other than the occasional stiff back in the morning, however, I woke up Saturday morning in screaming pain. I think I must have either strained or pulled something Friday night while carrying a tank of propane too far without motorized assistance, because the whole right side of my back and the muscles over my rib cage were shooting sharp throbbing pains throughout the ol' backaroo. I jumped in the hot shower and tried to loosen it up a bit before heading to work. It didn't get much better until I took three ibuprofen upon the advice of my sister. Then it felt great, and didn't hurt hardly at all.

Oh, and by the time I got home the Vols had fumbled inside Alabama's five yard line in the fourth quarter of a 3-3 tie. Alabama came back with the only successful drive they'd had all half, kicked a field goal, and won the game in the final seconds. From now on in my weekend posts let's just assume the Vols lose, as is the trend, unless I state otherwise. We are holding on to a top twenty-five ranking by a thread with a three and three record.

Saturday night after work A and I visited the new local mall at which everyone was there to see what new stores have arrived in our small little town. All the window shopping gave us quite an appetite, so we headed to our favorite Mexican restaurant a few minutes away.

Here we go again. In the middle of the night the medicine must have worn off. I woke up thinking I was having a damn heart attack. (Well, not really, but it hurt like hell) I guess I really hurt my back from that propane tank and it was more than just a 'crick.' The medicine Saturday must have only masked the pain and kept me from guarding it as I should have. At any rate, when I woke up in the middle of the night I could have passed right back out. Pain. After I calmed down I just rolled over on my back and laid there waiting for the stores to open so that A could get some Aleve.

A was great. I woke her up and she could have been pissed, but she was patient at 3 am and put up with my whining. Then when she woke up before eight she went to the grocery store and bought Aleve and one of those heating band-aids as I like to call them. By the way, they don't work very well so save your money. Needless to say, I didn't move from the couch more than four or five times Sunday. I laid around and watched the dreadful TV all day. There were some great Halloween movies on. Also, we watched two Netflix movies, Walking Tall and Monster in Law, neither of which were very good. Walking Tall was the one where The Rock is the town sheriff who was in the special forces for several years only to come back to a hometown turned upside down. He runs for sheriff, and the action ensues when he turns things back around. Monster in Law was just another cheesy J-Lo movie, what can I say?

This morning my back feels much better, but every so often it decides to send one of those shooting sparks of pain through. It's great, I probably go around looking like I've got the twitches. OH, OOh, Gee, I sound like Roscoe P. Coltrain.

This week is going to be busy. At work I am still in the process of interviewing for a new position, at home we have all this packing to do, which I should have been able to do this weekend - but the back - I am doing the final home walk-through on Wednesday, closing on Wednesday just after that, and we will begin painting probably Saturday night and into Sunday. So, it will be a busy, fun, and exciting week. My back is already just raving about it.