hello, I'm back! And hell - oh - my back.

[ilanarama]

So we arrived back in Durango on Sunday, and on Monday morning Britt's family mentioned they were haying, so we headed out to Bayfield to help with the hay. It took me only one and a half loads before the hay attacked me viciously. I was really trying hard to lift the bales carefully, from the legs! But I was on the back of the hay wagon stacking bales, and the wagon was lurching around the field, and even though I was just sliding a bale sideways, the combined forces of me and wagon and hay added up to OW OW PAIN AIE CAN NOT MOVE OW!

I hung out on the living room floor and drank wine and popped ibuprofen for the rest of the day. Yesterday I lay in bed all day, munching leftover percocet (I KNOW!) and reading and messing about on the internet (ooh, what fun, DSL again!) Then I finally got the bright idea of calling my doctor, who it turns out has back problems also and was happy to diagnose me over the phone and fax in a prescription for corticosteroids. Oooh, I can actually stand up without screaming in agony! Maybe I'll even be able to walk downtown for the parade and fireworks by this evening.

Um, the whole point of this is: I know I promised Great Backpacking Adventures, but they may have to wait for a while. Stupid evil hay.