Messed up

After my little "heart attack" scare on Monday, I figured I should get back to working out.  During Wednesday morning's workout, I tweaked my back.  Maybe "tweaked" is too gentle a word.  How about "blew out"?

I tried stretching throughout the day but my back just kept getting tighter and movement kept getting more painful.  I went to the doc and got hooked up with Vicodin, Naproxen, and Cyclobenzaprine (all spellings are approximations).  I have been in a daze ever since.  I'm still in a lot of pain, but I'm also never really sure what day it is or what I said just a few minutes ago.

What really sucks is that I'm barely coherent enough to turn my 360 on, much less play CoD4.  Hell, just typing this blog took about 15 minutes, I'm so wasted.  I suppose the cool thing is that when I play through Mass Effect a second time, everything will seem new to me.