Friday, August 04, 2006

Voodoo babes?

Okay, now I'm getting slightly concerned.
The last week, as you know, has not been good - aside from Tilly's arrival.
I did, however, think that things were getting better. Ben's third tooth cracked through, his fever broke, his flu began to subside and the Big Bloke was also feeling better. Then yesterday, having posted Tilly on the Knitted Babes blog, I started to feel positively, well, 'positive' so I took a jaunt into the city to buy a belated birthday pressie for my best buddy. As I reached to get Ben from the baby seat, I was hit by a spasm of pain across my chest and upper back. I swear I thought I was having a heart attack. The pain subsided and I did what all sensible mums do (ie ignored it and continued to lug around my nine kilo child).
Five hours later I went to bed complaining of heartburn (duh!) and then awoke this morning to find that I COULDN'T MOVE. Seriously. Ben was crying in the nursery and I couldn't actually get out of bed, never mind pick him up from the cot. Thank Goodness Big Bloke hadn't leftf or work yet.
So this is how I found myself at 9am this morning on a chiropractor's table having emergency work done.

I am seriously beginning to wonder whether there's a knitted voddoo babe out there with my name on it. If so, stop it right now, whoever you are. I've had enough.