Yesterday I tried to move away from truly the largest redback spider I have ever seen in my life that crawled out of some weeds I was pulling and as I stood from a crouch and tried to grab my six year old my dog walked between my ankles and I just fell straight back and landed on the corner of the deck and fucked up my entire back.
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if a few weeks ago I hadn’t taken a step back and gone ass over the golden retriever, like fully three stooges straight over and down, and landed on my tailbone.
I can walk and sit but I can’t bend or twist or pick anything up which on a scale from good to bad feels fine if I factor in that my doctor’s office is closed until after christmas














