Hi, everyone sorry I've been gone. I pulled my back out on Thursday. I could raise my arms above my waist. I'm still feeling the affects of it, my back keeps popping make it sore. But I'm able to do everything I need to do, but I just have to be very careful. I think the only thing that save me was my husband hadn't gone to work yet. The night before I felt a knot in the middle of my back and didn't think to much about it. Until the next morning and I went to pick up my 1 pound cat and couldn't stand up. I felt so bad because I hadn't even woken my son up yet for school. So try to picture this: My husband gets me to the sofa and wakes our son. Good thing we taught him how to cook, but I felt bad when my husband told him he had to make his own breakfast. So as he starts to cook eggs I stood up slow to get a plate and at least be in the kitchen with because my husband had to get to work. I couldn't lift the plate it hurt so much. I felt sooooo bad normally I get everything ready and to watch my 10yr old son do it; was bitter sweet. I hate not being able to take care of him like I always do, but to know he can take care of himself gave me such pride. He even ask me if he could get me anything. I've always wonder the morals we have been teaching him. Where they being heard by him, and the answer was YES.
I can say how proud of him I am .