There must be a cursed tiki idol somewhere in my house—I mean, what else could it be

This past week I was supposed to go to Red Lobster with Evvie, Deb & around 20 others from the Lutheran Center.  I’d known about it for weeks, looked at the online menu a couple nights before, was all set for some fun times with friends and linquini with lobster sauce.

The day before our outing, I wrenched my back and couldn’t go.  It’s gotten a little better, but my lower back still hurts.  It’s not like I slipped & fell, or picked up anything heavy… so what happened?

I admit I’m not in the best of shape at the moment.  I spent the last 15 months with long covid, and have yet to resume any daily exercise.  I’m still dealing with relapses too, but they’re becoming fewer and only lasting a couple days.

But back in mid-March, I got the flu and was laid up for a good 8-9 days.  Made a shaky recovery, went to the Pittsburgh Aviary not fully well but was anxious to get back out there.  And exactly one week after that, got one of the worst colds in my life.  Coughed nonstop for 14 days & nights straight.

And now I’m dealing with this back pain AND a swollen abdomen which isn’t too painful, but it is uncomfortable.  I’m pretty sure it’s related to my non-alcoholic fatty liver disease (which hasn’t bothered me much since I was diagnosed with it in 2018).  Ugh!

Remember when the Bradys were cursed?  Greg wore the tiki and had a wipeout while surfing; Peter told the gods to come & get him, and got a big hairy spider on his chest; Alice wore the idol and threw her back out during a hula dancing lesson

Here’s how I can tell the difference between belly fat and fluid rentention.  When I’m feeling chubbier than usual, I can do a good job of sucking it in when I’m out and about.  When it’s abdominal fluid, you cannot suck it in.  Why am I sharing all of this?  I’m sorry, I just had to get it out of my system—and if I can’t do it physically, I’ll do it with words.

This is a good reminder to cut back on the sugar (which may be giving my liver some problems).  At Christmas, Keurig sent me a gift-box of iced coffees, and I hated all of them EXCEPT the McCafe k-cups which I loved a little too much.  (Boy are they super sweet.)  I ordered a lot more of them, and got into the habit of having an iced coffee every night around 10:30 before bed.  Every night.

I know, I know… I used to have so much more discipline!

Well, I don’t know if I’ll be posting this.  If you’re reading it, you should probably act surprised.  I hope everyone has a nice Easter.  And I hope this time next year, I’ll be at my sister’s house, enjoying deviled eggs and spiral ham.