Yesterday we planned to have an Indiana Jones movie marathon (as preparation for eventually seeing the new one - it's been a VERY long time since I've seen any of the old ones). In between movies we were going to get the gardening done that I've been holding off on because of crappy weather. After Raiders of the Lost Ark we changed into grubbies, sprayed on the sunblock and headed outside to get to work.
I put together my tomato success kit, which takes a little while because you have to moisten the potting mix, which would be easy to do in a wheelbarrow, but since we keep the thing on our deck and I can't very well get the wheelbarrow up there, I do the dirt in shifts in a large bucket. We also planted some cherry tomatoes in an upside-down planter Scott's mom got me for my birthday. I'm excited to see how that works - though Scott is not, as he will probably have to water it as it is hung above my head. Once that stuff was done, I headed down into the backyard to till up my veggie garden bed so I could plant the red and orange peppers I got for Scott. I got about three quarters of the way through with tilling and was feeling pretty good about it when I had a horrible stabbing pain in my lower left back. I think I may have broken myself. I asked Scott to finish tilling for me and headed upstairs to do something "easier". At this point I was in denial that I had hurt msyelf. I started putting a basil plant into a container and pouring some dirt over it. I guess I was whimpering as I was working, because Scott came up and sternly told me to go inside and lay down.
I pretty much spent the next 26 hours horizontal, either on the couch or in bed. At one point last night I was feeling a little better and got up to get some of the yummy fruit salad Scott made for dessert. When I leaned over to put the big bowl back in the fridge, the knife stabbed and twisted into my back again and I almost fell to the ground. Scott had to help me to the couch and I just laid there in pain and cried for a while, which I'm sure made him uncomfortable. He was mad at me for not asking him to get the fruit salad for me. So, despite the sticky, muggy hot weather, I had to spend the evening with a hot pad on my back and a cold pack on my head/chest (to counteract the hot pad's heat). This evening it's feeling better, but still very sore and tight. I can't lift anything for fear of it seizing up again.
So, it pretty much took all the joy out all my hard work yesterday. And we're still not even done, as none of the peppers got planted, and I'm not sure when we'll get a chance to get them in the ground. Stupid old lady back pain.