Well, it just got worse after that. Last Friday night, as I was getting ready for our show’s wrap party, I sneezed…and threw my back out. I spent the next 72 hours laying around my house, rolling in dog and cat hair, cursing my inability to take drugs. It’s a week later now and I am only just beginning to walk upright. Stew called me Homo Kimilis this morning.
It’s my last day here at the reality TV factory. I’m off to the world of crafty shows on HGTV. No time off – I start on Monday. I was actually looking forward to being unemployed, but I guess I’ll get a lot of that after the baby is born.
This whole bad week with my back has made me VERY aware that there is a BABY growing in my abdomen. I can’t take drugs because of the baby. I can’t use mentholated ben-gay-type products because of the baby. I can’t even get a deep tissue massage because of the baby – it’s been known to stimulate contractions!
My back still really hurts a lot, but I was able to go to the grocery store this morning to pick up a pumpkin pie for my coworkers – sort of a last day treat. I was joyously walking around thinking “walking! this is so great! I’ll never take walking for granted again!” Then I get to work and one of the producers had made giant pans of homemade cookies. My storebought pumpkin pie is no match.
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