Pain in the back

At the end of the housewarming, after cleaning up the tiny mess my guests left behind during the low-key event, I got ready for bed. I was tired and I had to get up early the next day because I was traveling. The only issue is that I didn't have a bed. What I had was a floor; a newly-installed hardwood floor.

It should've been memorable since it was the first time I slept over at my new loft. It was memorable for the wrong reasons. I have slept on floors before; sometimes it was because I wanted to, and sometimes because I was forced to (being pushed out of bed isn't something I like to happen to me).

It wasn't bad for the first half hour, but then it did get bad. And from bad it went to worse... much, much worse. I was waking up every few minutes because of the pain. At the start, I thought it was because of the two drinks I had and my lumbar issues were due to dehydration. After going to the kitchen for a couple of glasses of water, I found out that wasn't the case. The floor was hard and it was taking it out on my back.

By the next morning, I wasn't able to move. I couldn't stretch, lean forward, bend down, or twist my torso. Basically, anything that required the top half of my body to move required a lot of wincing and whining. It also doesn't help I was going to take care of my two nieces the next day.

Now, I know that no matter what the circumstance, I will be sleeping on the floor only if there's a mattress on it first and if I have a large bottle of extra strength Tylenol on hand to help ease the pain. Sweet, sweet drugs...