My back went out. Of all times, and likely due to my wacko gait, my back goes out. Wtf? I'm finally feeling good, like I can actually do some things for my self, looking forward to the main goals of my PT, ready for it. And then this. And as if that's not a giant pita all by itself, when I tell H he will need to bring me to the chiro this morning, what does hero? Yell at me for messing up his schedule. He had an estimate scheduled, which I understand is a pain to reschedule, but hello? I can't walk, dress, sit,stand or lie down without pain. I asked easy child to stop at the store after work yesterday and she gave me koi about it. Forget it. So I lost complete grip and pretty much lambasted H and threw easy child into my rant for good measure. Then, afterwards, I sat in my room and sobbed uncontrollably for about 45 minutes. At one point, easy child came in and asked, 'Are you crying in pain or something else?' I didn't respond and she left. What IS that? No words of comfort, no hug, no nothing, no empathy. I realize I was having a bit of a pity party but it still hurt that my daughter could be so unfeeling towards my pain and discomfort. H was snoring on the couch. And I also realize that my high emotions could be in part due to the oxycodone and my period being due any moment. That could also explain my back going out. If it wasn't for the Prozac, I think I would have killed myself by now. If you could, please send up a positive thought or two that my back feels better and I get back on track with my PT. Thank you, you've all been very supportive and I appreciate it.