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Someone Shoot Me

Today, the first day of Srping break for my children, was to be a delightful shopping trip for me and my two youngest girls. I popped some pills, gingerly got dressed with some help from them and we set off. Since I've been in so much pain with my back I was going to use my friend's car instead of trying to climb into my van. I decided I could make it in our van. Sure I could! Nothing wrong with me, uh uh!

I climbed in very carefully and decided that wasn't so bad. We drove to the Lakewood Town Center, a large shopping area with all kinds of different places to shop. Since I'm not walking very well, we used Ashley's disabled parking placard. We don't usually use it, but since she was with me, and wasn't wearing her brace, I decided to hang it on the rear view mirror and park closer to the stores. We got out and I slammed the drivers door shut. BAM! It came bouncing back at me. I tried it again. BAM! Right back at me again.

To make a long story short, several men tried to help me with the latch on my door, but no one could get it to close. I was in more and more pain standing there, trying not to cry in front of my two youngest girls. I finally had to go into the store, buy a screwdriver and then have another man passing by fix it for me. FINALLY the door closed! However, the damage to me was done and I could only manage a short shopping trip into Target for some things then it was back to try and get into my van and drive home.

I want a new spine.

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  1. i wince and wince and wince for you. i have been put out of commission due to my back as well. it isn't fun.

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  2. Thanks. I'm just having a rough time of it right now.

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  3. Really wish we could do something to help. Hope things get better soon.

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  4. You're sweet Ray, and I know you mean it. I'm feeling a bit better this morning. I tried some stretches last night. Hopefully they helped.

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