Head full of sermons, mouth full of spiders.

So, basically what happened is that the pink disc-thingy slipped and rammed into the yellow nerve-thingy, and caused excruciating pain.

It happened yesterday morning, at around 10:00, as I was getting ready for school. I bent over to pick up a sock and I coughed. In response, my back made a "scriiiiiick" sorta sound, and I fell to the floor. I laid there for a while, thinking that the pain would go away in a few minutes (you know how you can stub your toe and experience unspeakable pain, only to have it fade away in about 3 minutes? That doesn't happen with your back, apparently).

Figuring that I wasn't going to make it to my Apologetics class, I called around for people to give me a ride to a med center. Meg was the third person I called, and the only person who answered, so it was her distinct pleasure to cart my busted back around town.

The doctor was really nice, and he showed me all sorts of "old person" techniques for bending over to pick up stuff, which will hopefully ward off any future pinched-nerve incidents . The physics of it was pretty amazing, actually. He also gave me some interesting drugs that made me feel like one of those poor bears that they shoot with tranq guns on the nature documentaries. Groggy, heavy, and dopey.

I was under orders to spend all day yesterday and today in bed. That might sound like a lot of fun, but after spending a good chunk of two days in a horizontal position, one goes a little stir-crazy.

Things are looking up, though. I can sit upright for extended periods of time now, which I wasn't able to do yesterday. Still, y'all shouldn't expect any major feats of strength from me any time soon.