Between Thursday and Friday, I was in the ER twice and urgent care once with my back. Supposedly, I have either a herniated disk, something that isn’t supposed to be there, or both. The doctor used medical terms that I didn’t understand. All I understood was, “See that?”
“Yup.”
“Yeah, that’s not supposed to be there.”
“Oh.”
So now I’m on bed rest until I can call her on Monday and hopefully get in to see her.
I’m really regretting saying no when the Dr. offered the muscle relaxers a couple of months back.
But if I had, the book wouldn’t have gotten done, NaNo wouldn’t have happened, and edits wouldn’t have been done.
As they say, everything happens for a reason.