Damn.

I knew it was a bad step. Judging by the sharp pain from my lower back.

At first, movement helped. The pain is there. Just dull. Okay, dull-ish.

And now?

Pushing it into the lumbar support of my seat helps. With the pain.

Buuut…

I need to get up. And I can’t.

The beauty in the summer dress across from me in this coffee shop doesn’t need to see me cry. Or hear me yell.

Yet, I can’t stay here forever.

What did I do? Monday’s chiropractor appointment seems so. far. away.

So, here I sit. Crippled. A gimp. Until I grin and bear it.