Trunkline

A back is an important thing. A vital thing, even. It's central location and connection to...everything in the body makes it a most useful part to be, um, not BROKEN. This newest pain has me hunched sort of sideways, holding myself like a prematurely wizened old crone. But, because it is not holding still, sometimes I have to stand up very straight and walk (very slowly, and without a lot of motion to jostle myself) like I'm carrying books on my head. Then I'll stand up (again very slowly, so as not to destroy the fragile non- or less- pain equilibrium) and must stay slightly bent over so the lancing (TUMOR, I know it!! MUST BE A TUMOR) haunt in my lower back stays quiet. Right now, the only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm laying down, which means that it's a compression problem. Which is ominous. I've made it through the week mostly because travel-work wait for nothing and I've had to keep truckin'. The overall experience has not been quite as miserable as when I was traveling with the raging flu, but it is creeping up there every time I have to move my luggage or strap on my steel toes. I'm especially not looking forward to the plane ride home.