Ode to my sore back

There was a crooked old lady (actually I'm only 29....but feel much older)
who lived in a crooked old house.

Who wished the pain would go away
more than anything else. (even more than all the chocolate cheesecakes in the world)

It has me feeling like a big fat whale
and it wouldn't surprise me at all
if I was passed by snail (I move so slow that an old lady with a walker passed me at the store)


slow and steady won the race
but who cares about that- Anyone have a back brace? (or heard of a spinal transplant? anything along those lines...)

I moan and curse
as the pain gets worse (I didn't know I knew so many bad words!)

A string of naughty words I mumble
As I stretch out in yoga poses- trying not to stumble (and say a silent prayer that I don't get stuck on the floor)

I'm up to my ears in hot pads and ice packs
waiting for my dr to call with some medical facts (mri done on Wed- just waiting on the results)

I've been wanting to write a new blog post
but the sitting position seems to hurt the most

So for all of you, I'm fighting the pain
me, the crooked little lady that lived down the lane (well actually it just a street...but that didn't rhyme)