I had big plans today.
I was going to get up and head to the gym. Then I was going to come home and reorganise my wardrobe and bookcase, maybe add to the garage sale or donation piles. Then I was going to blog about my Mother’s Day weekend and then whip my SLR out for some practice. Plus, I noticed that my Twitter feed has vanished from my sidebar, so I wanted to fix that.
And then I got out of bed. Ugh. My lower back, near my left hip is in agony. I don’t even need to guess what caused it – my bed is a total wreck. At least four moves combined with my sister and father heaving and throwing themselves on my bed during ‘visitation’, that not only has the mattress and the springs died, the actual base is bent and cracked. I’ve been trying to live with it, since I can’t afford a new bed but I think I might just have to bite the bullet because the pain I’m in hasn’t even been dulled with Advil. Luckily, Mum got me into the physio for tomorrow morning. One thing I definitely know – no one is so much as touching my new bed and mattress -_-. I show so much respect to both my property and others’, but apparently that isn’t the case with half of my family.
So, I’ll be shouldering the plans for tomorrow, hopefully and curling up with a heat pack and a book on the iPad, I think.
Quite frankly, this totally sucks.