3 Weeks, 2 Days

If you count from the soccer game in which I injured my hip, ankle and knee, and which also they have not healed, then it has been 3 weeks and two days, but since I did not pull my back muscle until the following week at the cabin, it has been 2 weeks and one day. Two weeks and a day it has taken to recover, and I am not done counting. I finally improved tonight after a 4-day plateau in which I wanted to kill myself over the nerve pain. We will see how long it actually takes but one thing is for sure: I never want to injure my back again. I feel sorry for my dad and Bryan right now, and feel grateful Alex found a good chiropracter. I think I need to find one regardless of my healing. Sarah can definitely agree also. She puts up with enough from me as it is, she doesn't need me laying around all day trying to feel better when there is a house to clean and kids to throw in the river. Just kidding, there is nothing to clean in our house.

Feeling Better (comparatively)

It has taken over a week (which is the longest my back has taken, but still, nothing like my dad's recovery time, thank goodness). I am not 100% yet, but I am getting there.
The photos are of the kids of course. When you are little like my kids, you have the luxury of bathing in a cooler when you are at the cabin. They all enjoyed on midweek.
While I was spending a lot of time this week in the horizontal position, Connor wanted to be like me and lay on the heating pad and of course Orson followed suit. I came home tonight from work (friday) to find all three in the tub playing, so I thougt I'd snap a naked party picture. Enjoy!