Getting Old...

It's funny to me that when I say I'm getting old people come back with, "You're only 31, that's young!" Well my friends, I might only be 31 but my body feels like it is about 60. In my last post, I told you all about the dance class I went to and how my body just doesn't bend like it used to. I knew I would be sore for a couple of days, one thing I didn't count on was past injuries coming back to haunt me. Since last Tuesday, my back has been hurting. Saturday, I had to go to a wedding with Escort, and like an idiot, I wore 3" heels. (Skinny not stacked.) Sunday, as I walked around in a hungover haze, I realized the right side of my back was KILLING me. I'm fine as long as I am laying down, which is not going to help me much at work today. And, to top it all off, I'm a freak when it comes to taking medication. I REFUSE to take anything in pill form. If I have a headache I just let it run it's course, unless I start feeling sick then I'll take an advil or something. My thinking is, if you take aspirin (or advil, aleve, etc.) whenever you have a slight twinge of pain, your body starts to build an immunity to the pain relieving properties of the aspirin, but if you only take it when you REALLY need it, it works faster. I know there is no logic to this, but I can't help it. I will say this, my back hurts bad enough that I think I am going to stop this morning and pick up some advil. I know, I'm strange. So, my friends in blogger world, please send good thoughts my way and let's hope that I can make it the whole day sitting in a chair in front of a computer.

Until next time...

Single Girl