Stand up from an hour and a half of sitting & writing (Really! I really was writing! No farmville whatsoever!), go downstairs, and POW! A world of pain!
I seem to have {whatevered} my {whatever}. I’m not quite sure where the pain is… it seems to be everywhere. Back? Maybe tailbone? Where I sit? Maybe I sprained it?
So now I am bent over as I hobble about preparing supper, a sprained, pathetic martyr to Pesach, to sleeplessness, to stress, to my family.
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