Yesterday while checking for newborn baby goats in the pasture, I found myself in a predicament! I was down at the bottom of a steep hill with a doe and her 2 kids, bending over, and did something to my back. I could barely stand up straight, nor could I pick up my feet to make the effort to walk back up that hill. So I shuffled my feet like a little old person back up the hill. By the way, if you are a little old person that shuffles your feet, I am in no way making fun or judging you! Just stating the facts of how I proceeded up the hill. After a long journey to get to the house, I landed on the couch and didn't move. Poor Shane had to come home after work and make rounds to check on any new kids that had to have their ears tagged. Of course, 14 kids had been born since the time I had been out there. I think they did it on purpose!
So here I am after heating pad, ice packs, and 800mg Ibuprofen; I am going to attempt to get some things done today. I will need Mallory's help for the bending over stuff, poor child. I had to have help to get out of bed (thanks honey!) and to put on my socks and shoes this morning. It's a shame; 30 years old and I start falling apart!
Oh and by the way, Happy Birthday to the most wonderful man in the world! I love you!!! And don't try to run away from me when I have the camera....I will get your picture, you know!