It’s January. I’m not 50 until August, but I feel like I’m about 100. Can someone please explain how bending down to get eggs out of the refrigerator after reaching up to get a mixing bowl can leave one small puny person in so much pain?
My back is on fire. My upper back. From the base of my neck to the middle, center and sides. If I sit up perfectly straight and don’t move even an inch in any direction it’s somewhat better. Three Advil doesn’t touch it.
I am cranky and grumpy and don’t like sitting in one position. Just shoot me now.





