Stupid back

My back is an evil abomination. Truly, it is. It never seems to do the right thing for a back. The right thing being NOT hurting.

I thought I had a raging kidney infection. I've had many of them in my life, so I was trying to treat it myself by ingesting large quantities of unsweetened cranberry juice. For those who are unfamiliar, unsweetened cranberry juice tastes almost nothing like the juice cocktails or juice blends bearing the name cranberry. It is VERY tart and sort of bitter. Which means I love it, but most people who taste it end up making a face similar to those "bitter beer face" commercials from several years ago. Now, even though I love it, drinking an entire quart in one sitting for several days in a row can be a bit much. Not to mention the stuff is like $7 a quart. Pricey.

After all of that, it was not getting better and I kept feeling worse, so I finally gave in on Christmas Eve and went to the ER. I would have gone sooner, but Christmas Eve is when I dropped Oscar off with his dad for a visit and had time to go without hauling a boisterous 1 year old along.

Turns out my kidneys are just fine (for a change). I strained my lower back in the exact right spot to FEEL like my kidneys were trying to claw their way out, and have ovarian cysts adding to the fun.

Add this to my other back problems and it's not exactly what I call a good time.

So now, I am taking prescription pain killers (which I hate) along with some more natural pain relief (which I prefer, but it just wasn't cutting it this time).

Vicodin makes my head feel all floaty.