A brief moment of whining

So. Yesterday, I decided to do some spring cleaning type activities. While doing so, I spotted what I thought was an empty box and decided to move it somewhere else. It wasn't empty!

End result: horribly thrown-out back, lots of ice-pack applying.

I can sit comfortably enough; I can lie down; I can even stand -- it's getting from one position to the other that's torture. I am doing my best to look and sound pathetic so that the person I live with will bake me cookies, but so far no dice.