I felt the rip in my back, and thought, bloody hell I've just ripped my intestines in half. I straightened up and yowled. I turned I yowled. I sat down I yowled.
So, now, 12 days later, I gave in and went to the doctors. My husband was getting increasingly concerned at my staggering up and down the stairs, yowping each time I stood up, yowping each time I lay down, generally yowping. All over the place.
I have a slipped disc. Thank god. I honestly thought I had ripped my intestines. I mean nothing was falling out of my body, but I was expecting it to. But now I know that with a bit of pain relief and relaxation, it should pop back into place. Plus the added benefit of rather attractive painkillers and diazepam.
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