My back is killing me. My house is a mess, and I can’t bend over. I can get the kids to help a bit after school, but they have tons of homework, and music lessons tonight. I haven’t been forced to sit still for so long since I was confined to bed for the end of my first pregnancy, and I like it even less now. At least then there was a positive outcome to staying in bed. I can get up and walk around. I can sit for a while if I get up and change positions before the pain kicks in. I can’t lean forward even a tiny bit without something to hold onto. I got a recommendation for an orthopedist from a fellow Weight Watchers member, but I have a week to wait for that appointment – this has gone way beyond chiropractic. Thank goodness for Cymbalta, though – I’m not feeling sad and self-pitying as much as pissed off that I’m stuck like this – before, I’d be much more mopey. I don’t know, though, that pissy is better than mopey for the people who are stuck hanging around with me. . .