Hi all. Sometimes I start doing something and even before I begin I know it's no good. Or quite bad even. This was also the case when I started to get my computer together yesterday evening at Bas' place and get ready to go home. With the memory of my back giving up on me Saturday fresh in my mind I took extra care when disconnecting all cables and putting them in the box I use fot that loose stuff. But then the time came everything had to go in the car and while doing so I was very worried about getting it all out and taking it up the stairs back at my place. Well to say the least this worry wasn't for nothing because I died on those stairs, nothing less. God it hurt and as always afterwards I should have known better and leave the stuff at Bas' for a couple of days or so. This just wasn't a very good thing to do in my shape. This morning when I got up, or lets make that tried to get up I felt as if that ugly big truck had run me over again. When my pre-Blogger archives are up you'll know which one I'm talking about ;-) So I called work and told them I'd be at least going to be later but possibly not going to be at work at all. First I had to get me some Smarties look a like pain killers to get me through the day. When I got them and took some of them in and waited some time it felt as if it was getting somewhat better so I called work again and told them I was on my way over there. Bad choice ... but then again I'm not perfect so ...