Getting older is just not nice. I am not even that old and sometimes I feel like my body is letting me down. I feel pain I shouldn't feel and rely more and more on medicine like Motrin to get by. I'm exaggerating a bit but isn't that what the internet is for.

Last Saturday we did some yard work. We took down a couple of out of control tress and trimmed up some other crap growing in our back yard. So needless to say we had a lot of yard waste to get rid of. I took Monday off to fix a car issue and once the car was fixed the wife tasked me with the job of getting rid of the waste. My son and I loaded up my truck with the waste and we headed to our local recycling facility. Either during the loading or off loading I had pulled a muscle in my back. It wasn't bad but it hurt. No big deal, I took some medicine and went about my life.

By Wednesday it was feeling better. No more pain when I moved so I thought all was good. That night the wife and I were "playing around" and I went to pick her up. Big mistake. I re-aggravated the pulled muscle. It hurt like a bitch. So here I go and take more medicine which did not help. The wife tried to help by giving me a massage. I spent the evening lying on the floor in agonizing pain.

I finally decided to call it a night and the wife told me to use the heating pad. She said it would help. I go to bed and I use the heating pad. It helps a little and I eventually fall asleep wearing the damn thing. I end up waking up at 3am feeling pain I have never felt in my life. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, it even hurt to think. I tried getting out of bed and ended up lying on the floor curled up in a ball. Apparently my moaning and groaning was loud enough to wake my wife up. She was a good sport and rubbed Ben-Gay on it. I told her there was no way I was going to work and told her to get my BlackBerry so I could inform my supervisor of my absence.

I finally got back to sleep and woke up around 9 in the morning to a nice breakfast of Motrin and coffee. I pretty much stayed medicated the whole day and I am once again feeling better. It still hurts but I can function as a human being.

So I feel old. Something as simple as picking up yard waste and picking up the wife should not send my back into retreat. I am still young and spry enough to do that kind of stuff without severely hurting myself. Maybe I need to start going to a gym. Oh well, I will live to fight another day but I just have to be careful.