I've been sitting here at my computer with a heating pad between my lower back and my chair for two days now. Initially I thought maybe I had pulled a muscle at the gym on Monday, but the pain does not respond to gentle stretching, Tylenol, or ibuprofen and just differs from pain caused by an injury.
Then Melissa called and asked if we could come over and help with the baby. Daughter had a fever, horrible lower back pain, and nausea. (Ah ha!) So we drove over, carrying ginger tea, ibuprofen, and a case of ginger ale.
Melissa looked like she's been hit by a bus and dragged a block or two and unfortunately, didn't feel any better than she looked. Hobbling around, I fixed her a cup of the ginger tea (she hated it -- I love the stuff -- negates nausea almost immediately), put her in bed, emptied the dishwasher, cleaned up the kitchen, and recorded Glee for when she feels better. (Yes, I love Glee -- please don't judge ☺).
Meanwhile, Poppy sat with Ariana reading books and talking. At one point, he'd closed his eyes for a minute. (We all know why only the young should have children). Ariana counted, "One, two, three, WAKE UP POPPY!!!" And then, "I DID IT!! I WOKE POPPY UP!!" Startled, he sat upright. I asked him if he wanted me to call 911; he's a real trooper.
We left after putting the little one to bed. She assured us and her mommy "Everything's going to be all right; it's okay, Mommy". Melissa is feeling a little better today. But our backs are still painful. Strange...