Ouchy

I wish God had asked my opinion before deciding to develop a sentient species that walks upright. Because, you know, I could have told Him that it wasn't the best idea and that we'd need some kind of tail or something to stabilize us. Like a kangaroo, maybe - I'd be willing to bet that kangaroos almost never get back spasms. Or, barring His listening to my advice, maybe I could have at least lobbied for a life at the more successful evolutionary end-point of this particular development, instead of smack in the middle of the flawed experimental stage.

Apparently, walking in poor-fitting shoes for three days, sitting stock-still for twelve hours, then running around at work all day yesterday wasn't good for me. Go figure. Either that, or my new vacuum hates me personally, since when I tried to pick it up and carry it upstairs today something between my hips and my ribs just went flooey in an especially painful way. I can still stand and walk, as long as I'm careful to balance in a very particular, steady, non-intuitive posture, so it's better than last time I did this, but more than a few minutes of doing so becomes difficult.

It could be worse - at least I've got the day off today, so I'm not trying to deal with this at work. But I hate feeling useless, and that's exactly what I am right now. Instead of spending my downtime running errands, cleaning the house, and generally getting stuff done, I am spending it sitting carefully, trying to stretch when I can, and gulping down gut-wrenching doses of painkillers.

I really, really hope that two million years from now my perfect-spined descendents appreciate all the pain and frustration we went through during the design process in order for them to end up with backs that actually function in something resembling a reliable fashion.

Oh, well. In the meantime, at least I should be able to accomplish impressive amounts of reading and handwork. It's amazing how much nothing you can do when you can't do anything....