My mother used to say that our family motto was, "Never stand if you can sit; never sit if you can lie down."
Sometimes I try to resist my laziness genes, but I just spent an entire weekend planted on the couch when I wasn't lying in bed.
It all started when I went to the chiropractor on Friday. I felt fantastic after I left her office, but I woke up on Saturday morning with my back muscles tensed in ten different directions. I managed to make breakfast, but I skipped out on the chance to go see a friend at a blues jam, opting instead to sleep most of the afternoon. At least that made the cats happy.
The whole day was a series of ineffective back pampering attempts: ice, heat, IcyHot, Extra Strength Tylenol, lying on a tennis ball, Midol (hey, why not?), repeat.
In the evening, my husband suggested going to a movie, but we opted to stay home and watch our DVD of This Is Spinal Tap instead. It never gets old. We watched all the deleted scenes, too.
By Sunday morning, my back spasms had concentrated themselves over my right shoulder blade. It wasn't until then that I remembered injuring those same muscles falling on the ice a month or so ago. I forgot to tell the chiropractor about that when I saw her, and now I wonder if that might have made a difference in my treatment. Sigh.
I scrapped plans to visit my sister because I couldn't face two 30-minute drives, so Sunday was another couch potato day. My husband and I watched Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey while we ate breakfast (that's the movie we saw on our first date), and it was as non-heinous as we remembered.
Aside from washing the pots and pans and doing a couple of loads of laundry, I accomplished NOTHING this weekend. Well, I'm caught up on my blog reading, but I don't think that counts.
The good news is that my back feels marginally better. Let's hope it's okay for a week of sitting in an office chair. I don't think they'll let me lie down at the office.