I had a rather excellent yoga class Tuesday evening or so I thought… This being the fourth week of my new sometimes more than once a week practice I was beginning to see some improvement. A couple of poses that had been giving me trouble every class before were beginning to get easier, and there was only one pose that I found myself having to come out of early.

I left class feeling energized and accomplished, looking forward to knocking out a post for Yeah Write and washing the dishes that had managed to take over the sink rendering it a little bit less than useful. When you’re resorting to filling up your Britta water filter with a measuring cup… I think it’s time to do the dishes.

I didn’t do either of these things.

I had a brief conversation with Jen via IM. I took a shower and washed off the post yoga class grime.

I popped a bowl of Spaghetti-Os in the microwave for dinner (Yes, I know… So incredibly nutritious.) and wandered back to the computer to wait out my minute-fifteen, then upon hearing the beeping wandered back to the kitchen. On step 13 of this 17 step journey, my lower back was struck with a horrendous pain which shot down the backs of my legs and terminated somewhere in my thighs.

Somehow I managed to retrieve my dinner. I hobbled back to the computer gingerly and sat down my dinner down and discovered that I’d forgotten something to drink. I went and got something to drink. I got back with the drink and realized I hadn’t gotten a spoon, so I went back and got the spoon and sat in front of the computer thinking like I might die.

I whined about such on the Facebook and the Twitter. Sympathy and suggestions received and appreciated. I ended up taking a hot bath which didn’t really help and I thought I was never going to make it out of the bathtub. I puttered around for awhile gathering everything I figured I needed to keep entertained and then climbed into bed… and laid there. I tried reading. I tried playing games on my phone… but finally, I just ended up succumbing to sleep… but not before having to get up and pee three times and feeling like I was going to faint from the pain as I climbed out and then back into bed.

SO yeah, my evening didn’t go off as planned.

I woke up not much better on Wednesday morning, but despite the fact that I would have much rather pulled the covers up over my head, I managed to convince myself that getting out of bed was in my best interest… and then the power goes out.

Let me back up to explain the whole power thing… We live in a pre-war building that seems to be owned by a slumlord who just don’t give a shit, and one of it’s lovely features is an entirely inadequate for today’s modern life electrical system. To put that more simply, we do not have the capacity in our building for something like three apartments to have air conditioners without the main breaker box exploding into flames. There’s a reason why it blatantly states on the lease NO AIR CONDITIONERS.

And that’s what happened last Thursday. I was sitting in bed reading a book (or maybe playing Words with Friends, I can’t remember) when I hear a skreech and a pop and the lights went out and I wandered out into the basement hallway and was greeted with a cloud of smoke and the super yelling that everything was okay, the breaker box just exploded again (and yes, I just said again… This isn’t the first time this has happened in recent history), so I went outside because there’s no point in being inside because my phone doesn’t work inside unless I have power and can use the wifi calling feature. I got to see the cute fire fighters come and say that everything was fine, it just exploded and was done… and about two hours after the incident happened, ConEd came out and did a temporary fix and we were back in power again.

Fast forwarding back to this past Wednesday, the electrician came to do some tweaky fixes so my morning was started off with no power and I had to get up off my gimpy butt and hobble into the backyard to make my morning conference call.

So, needless to say… I sucked it up and dealt with it… and somewhere over the course of the day and with the assistance of some Aleve, the pain level dropped to a more acceptable level… it got worse again right smack dab in the middle of making some chili but, it wasn’t nearly as bad as when it initially happened.

It’s still a little bit sore today, if I bend certain ways I know my lower back is there… but at least it doesn’t kill me to climb in and out of bed or in an out of a chair.

There’s only one conclusion that I can draw from all of this… Getting old is going to suck.