I helped my friend Kathleen move on Sunday -- she helped me last month, and she was in a bind when she called me Sunday morning, so of course I dropped everything and went over to her place, where I spent several hours bending, twisting, and lifting. She told me to take it easy and even made me sit down and chill out for awhile, but good friend that I am, I was all gung ho about getting as much done as possible.
Oddly, I was just fine yesterday. Today the delayed reaction hit me. My back was somewhat sore this morning, but nothing that my daily dose of Tylenol and heating pad couldn't fix. After lunch, though, it came back like it meant it, and I spent the afternoon trying to concentrate V-E-R-Y hard on my paperwork in an effort to distract myself, all the while continuing to tell myself that it was only three more hours, two more hours...then just ONE! hour until I could go home and get back on the heating pad.
Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. It takes a hell of a lot of pain to make me break out my small stash of pain meds, but I took half of a Vicodin 5-500 a little while ago. It must have kicked in because I feel pretty spaced out (I can't imagine why people take this stuff for fun -- I can't stand this particular brand of spaciness), but the pain isn't gone yet so I may take the other half shortly. Looks like tonight won't involve achieving my stated goal of catching up on my LJ comments. I was so close to clearing my in box, but I think bed is a better option for me right now.
Next time I *will* pace myself when I do heavy physical work, I promise.