It’s been painful, way down low, off and on for a couple of weeks and really bad for the last five days.  The kids have had to help me with pretty much anything that involves bending forward without holding onto something.  So I was really happy when I felt a lot better this morning (after the morning nap, not first thing.)  I had a list – clean the ceiling fan blades, sanitize the stinky cat boxes, hang up some fabric, maybe even sew something – but first, we were really low on groceries.  I made my dinner menus, compiled the grocery list, set off for the store.  Got everything just fine, made sure to bend at the knees and all that, just to be safe.  Got out to the van, loaded the bags in, carefully lifted the case of seltzer out of the cart and went to put it in the trunk when my back snapped.  I saw stars.   I yelled really loudly.  Crap.  Crapcrapcrap.  Instead of getting stuff done, I took four advil, propped the heating pad on a bunch of pillows in the family room and watched a couple of hours of The Daily Show.  The kids mostly made dinner, Audrey even served, and now I’m waiting for hubby to show up with some Naproxen Sodium because the advil isn’t doing squat, and the muscle pain and tension is running up my entire spine and giving me a headache.  Ironic, too, that I slept through my chiro appointment this morning.