On Tuesday I thought it would be a good idea to do some kickboxing in spite of a sore neck.
I was wrong.
Oh so, terribly, horribly wrong.
On Wednesday morning I could barely move. I had to call my husband to come home from work because I couldn't lift poor little Ben out of the crib. I went to a chiropractor who caused more pain (and lots of cracking) and then finally this morning I went to the urgent care to score some drugs.
The doc prescribed a hefty dose of Motrin and a muscle relaxer. I'll admit that I started giggling a little when he asked me if I'd ever taken a muscle relaxer before because every John Hughes fan knows that THIS is what happens when you take muscle relaxers:
Sadly my reaction involved a lot less giggling and a lot more passing out on my couch for 3 hours while Ken fed and bathed the kiddos for me. Honestly, I think I like my version better.
Have a great weekend everyone!
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OK, now I don't want to get ready for work. Must just sit down and watch SIXTEEN CANDLES.
If only muscle relaxers were that fun!
Oh goodness, well, I hope you have a nice weekend of recovery. :)
Ha!! Cracking up. As soon as I saw your post title, I thought of this movie.
LMAO!! Classic scene. LOVE it.
I hope you are feeling better!!
That's one of my favorite scenes from Sixteen Candles. Classic.
Sorry about your pain though.
Hope you both have a great Thanksgiving!
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