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On Tuesday, walking Emily, I tripped over nothing and fell flat, or would have if I hadn't caught myself on my hands and left knee. That's not the problem. The scrapes on my palms are almost healed, and the soreness in my left shoulder (which took the brunt of the fall) is almost gone. But while the shoulder and arm are better, I think I must have been compensating badly in my stance. As a result (and because I've spent a lot of the last two weeks sitting cross-legged with the Em-Dog in my lap) my lower back is really fucked up. I'm going to ice it now, and apply arnica and take ibuprofen, and try (really hard) not to whimper.

ETA Yesterday I was merely uncomfortable. This morning I could barely move. I have spent the day mostly in bed, icing my back, rubbing in arnica, and generally not stressing. Tomorrow morning I must be able to drive YG to meet her first camp bus, so I figured for once I'd be sensible and lay down my household responsibilities today. Spouse has been heroic in keeping Emily in line and getting everyone fed and the laundry done. But I always feel guilty when it isn't me out on the front lines, forcing the huskies to mush.