In Threes

Unfortunately, not the only mouse in my house.
Unfortunately, not the only mouse in my house.

You know how “they say” things come in threes? I’m not sure I ever really believed it was true, but the past day or so has convinced me otherwise.

It started at my ice skating lesson on Wednesday night, when I leaned over to pull the guards off my skate blades and felt my lower back pinch uncomfortably. It hurt, but I decided I just needed to get moving to work it out and so I took my class as planned. Unfortunately, by the time I finished, I could hardly sit down to get my skates off. The drive home was excruciating – I was seriously in the worst pain of my life. (And I say this as someone who has had sciatica off and on over the years. Unicorns and cupcakes compared to this.)

So, with my back killing me, just imagine how my mood was improved when I got into my apartment and discovered my heat was broken. For the third time this winter.

I took a giant handful of ibuprofen and headed to bed, grateful for my electric mattress pad, which both kept my warm and heated my back. It did not, alas, heal my back overnight, and – since I could barely walk – I opted to stay home from work.

As it turned out, however, I was not the only one at home. I was in bed reading when I thought I saw something move and looked up to find a mouse looking at me from atop the throw pillow I’d tossed on the floor the night before. I screamed – first in horror, then in pain – as I attempted to get out of bed and… I don’t know. Kill the mouse? Capture it? It ran off and vanished under the cedar chest before I had to figure out what, exactly, to do.

As I climbed gingerly back into bed, I started to laugh in that hysterical way you do when it’s all just too much. When you’d rather be crying. Because seriously? My back was jacked up, my apartment was cold, and there was a goddamn mouse in my bedroom. Enough already!

Fast-forward to today… Two visits from the landlord later, the furnace is working, the mouse-access holes are plugged, and the bedroom is full of tiny poison pellets. Sadly, there was nothing he could do for my back, which is slightly improved (like I can sit up enough to watch tv, which I couldn’t yesterday) but still absurdly painful.

So that’s my three. Not only am I converted to the truth of this old adage, but I’m also more than happy things don’t come in fours.

3 thoughts on “In Threes

  1. Mom January 27, 2012 / 5:51 pm

    My three: Surely I feel your pain. As I said, been there. Were I close by, I would cook for you and massage your back, and hopefully thereby help you feel better……. B U T, for #3, so sorry, but I don’t do mice!!! Dear God — enuf is enuf !!!

  2. Common loon January 27, 2012 / 7:17 pm

    Get thyself to a chiropractor!!!! Seriously, wouldn’t it be nice to go to the bathroom w/o pain? I have put my back out more than once and know your misery. I am very sorry! Now get to a chiropractor!

    Hey, with our mild winter apparently the mice are now building nests on the engine blocks of our vehicles. Just learned this today. I’m not laughing yet, though, so good on you!

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