I hope this post finds you all well and happy. :-)
Today was hubby's birthday, so after taking him out to a lovely new pizza place at lunchtime (we work at the same campus) and coming home with every intention of having a yummy (but slightly experimental) dinner ready for when he got home from cricket training, it ended up with him coming home to find me lying flat on my back on the kitchen floor unable to move.
During dinner preparations, I dropped a piece of zucchini on the floor, bent to pick it up, and got stuck halfway down. My back completely seized up. I couldn't move up or down, so ended up just dropping myself onto the floor in agony. Unfortunately this is not the first time this has happened, although more often than not, it's when i'm doing something extreme and athletic, like getting out of bed, sneezing, or getting up off the loo.
At the risk of being tasteless, dear readers, I once had my workmates in stitches with the tale of having just been stuck in a toilet cubicle at work and having to walk my hands up the walls in order to lift myself up off the seat. Once I'd managed to be almost fully vertical, I looked down... only to realise that my pants were around my ankles where I couldn't reach them. So, after a few Mr Bean-like efforts to squat down and reach my pants, I had to lower myself down (again, with the aid of the walls) and start all over again.
Fortunately for my colleagues, mobile reception is extremely bad in our building, otherwise one of them might have been summoned for a special workmate-bonding activity of having to pull my undies up for me! Yeah, it was probably for the best that it didn't come to that!
Anyhoo, thought I should share that with you all - hopefully you've got a nice picture in your minds now!
After plenty of ice, pain killers and tears, I'm now lying comfortably and hoping that I'll wake up feeling better and that a proper celebration tomorrow night instead will do just as well.
Happy Birthday, Gorgeous Husband!!
(FYI, Husband did very kindly point out that one of the hazards of having birthdays and getting older is that your wife becomes an injury-prone old fart alongside you!)
