Now, I've had sore muscles on occasion while ill, but this is entirely new. The small of my back is entirely on fire and locked up. It's as if I've pulled a muscle entirely and sent it off to be abused somewhere.
Earlier I asked
She came back from the store, with drugs, cough drops, sandwich fixin's and a cream soda that I really like. (No,
Many times this week have I blessed my good fortune for having done enough good deeds to deserve having someone like her in my life. I love her very much. And I just felt like making it firmly known to any and all. :)