I might never be Hulk..

I threw my back out again.  It happened in training, in the most idiotic of manners. I was fine the whole hour, training hard and there was one last exercise that was sort of a red flag. A deep squat with a weight on the shoulders.  And this very fit, very big, very tall, black belt guy said he wouldn't do it because he had back issues.  But then there was this tiny not  very fit lady under 50 kilos pulling it off easily.  And I just had to try it. Which led to me realizing that indeed my back issues are treatable my head isn't.
Why did I do it? If I just skipped that last exercise I would have practiced there all week. Instead I am sitting in my heating pad waiting for my next muscle relaxant and my physical therapy appointment tomorrow. Sometimes the depths of my denial are kind of ridiculous.
So, I am here to admit it.  My name is Georgina and I have a serious back problem. Although,  I have covered great distance I am not Wonderwoman, nor Lara Croft as I often fancy myself. My enthusiastic impulses will not keep getting the better of me. As a sort of punishment - prudent way of action I will not be training for the rest of the week.
Other than that, everything is going smoothly here in our witchy house.  Child, husband, pets and flowers are thriving,  patiently awaiting for me to get better to take care of them and feed them proper meals. Hopefully,  by tomorrow I will be back on my feet. I am very optimistic because this time my back spasm feels to be getting better a bit quicker.  Probably because I took a day off from work yesterday which I never do because of my back, took pills which I also never do and arranged a chiropractic alignment for tomorrow.  Look at me acting like a grown up...
Now I just have to remember I might never get to be hulk...