Over the past few weeks of preparing to move, moving and unpacking I have developed Post Moving Stress Syndrome or PMSS, not to be confused with PMS, which does happen around this house - but not with me.  My symptom is simple.  My lower back hurts really bad, I mean really bad.  It hurts so freaking bad if I was a capture spy I would tell any and all secrets I might know. 

I started feeling these twinges a couple of weeks ago as I was packing and moving boxes, some very heavy.  My lower back was not used to such things, I mean it has been a year since I last moved any where.  My biggest awareness that I might have tweaked my back was two weeks ago when we were making the big move to Friday Harbor.  I bent over to pick-up a box of books, bricks or rocks and felt this Buddha awful pain in my lower back.  Not a good sign, or feel for that matter.

I thought maybe I had gotten over the worse of it, but on Friday morning I did something, which I am not entirely sure of - much like saying something to a woman which results in total silence.  One knows they said something wrong, but for the life of them they weren't sure what was said.  My back pain was much like that.

On Saturday I spent the day in the house trying all sorts of positions to take the stress off my back.  And watched TV.  Did you know that forty (40) years ago Star Trek made it's TV appearance and all the episodes are somewhere on the TV dial.  Pretty cool.  I also learned how to quit smoking, even though I don't smoke.  The piece of information that really made my day was the "eat all the foods you want and still lose weight".  I don't understand how that works.  I AM eating all the foods I want and I have gained and still gaining weight.  Maybe I need to want to eat different foods.

When I would lay on the floor, Skye the Wonder Dog thought that meant it was time for me to give her a doggy massage and would come over for the attention.  Though I gave her a couple of massages, she in turn, didn't reciprocate.  She wouldn't even bring me my slippers - though I don't own any.  She could have looked for Pete sakes.

I tried to go for a run, some times that can help, but I couldn't go more than two blocks, so I went to King's Foods and bought some chow for supper.  I should have purchase some ice cream and placed the frozen container on my back.  That might have felt pretty good.  I wonder if ice cream is part of the "eat all the foods you want and still lose weight" diet.  Though I am sure it would need to be Celery Ice Cream instead of Ben and Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup.  Actually I could drop a ton of weight on the Celery Ice Cream diet because I wouldn't eat it!

I didn't sleep well last night as every time I moved I felt as though someone was poking my back with an ice pick, like who really does own an ice pick any more.  I am not sure I would recognize one if I saw one - sticking out of my back that is.  Maybe Samantha was giving me accupoking while I slept.  She is in to the alternative thing.  I am sure, if she was, it was done in a very loving way.

The clock says the time is almost 8:00 am, so I best go about my day of misery.  Maybe if I feel better we can head over to the bowling alley, which just opened back up, for a couple of lanes.