Fall 9 times, get up 10, right?

I dared to get up off of the couch. I turned 'just so' as I did and that was it. The left side of my back went into a full on "What the cuss?!?" Spasm. My mouth did other things, said other, more colorful things. I knew that moving too far or too quickly just became not even kind of an option. So, I turned on my heating pad (which was thankfully right next to me) and laid down. Laying down is where I've stayed. Today sucks.

But it's not the end of the world. This mental slump I'm in? I'll get out of it by tomorrow morning, probably. Here's my pledge to anyone reading this, any friend or follower or client and even to myself: