Getting old or maybe just feeling old.

I threw my back out on Tuesday. I reached around and grabbed the headrest in my car and gave myself a good twist.
-Stretch, crack, pop.
-Ouch!
I'm walking around like an old man. I can't sleep because every time I roll over my back tightens up and throbs.
Thursday: Got muscle relaxers from Doc.
Saturday: Went to massage therapist.
Feeling much better.
I didn't realize what an ass I had been. One hour at the message therapist and I felt like I had been sleeping for two days. My spirits are lifted. I'm on the road to recovery. I gotta send big thanks out to the CEO for pushing the message therapist on me and taking time off from her busy schedule so I could go. I was just so miserable prior to going I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to sleep and be left alone. Two things that are hard to come across when the house is dominated by 2 crazy little kids.