Well, that was a different start to the day..

Backs. Little buggers. Able to produce the sharpest pain you will hopefully ever feel in your life. Or preferably never feel.

And now, the newest arse-factor to add to my list of non-desirable life events.

Friday night, went to bed as usual. Woke up in the night with a massively sharp pain in my lower back as I turned over. Major, major OW. Totally out of the blue.

Managed to get up on Saturday morning. H had to put my shoes on for me. Drove to the BMW garage to look at cars, then on to hockey. Every speed bump causing me to grit my teeth and cry out. But I really wanted to see the girls play, so schlepped to Guildford, thinking 'hmm, this isn't great' all the way.

Got H to help me into the bath before we were due out of Sat eve – and felt a click in my hip as I was hefted into the tub – and suddenly, tieback felt instantly better. Couldn't believe my luck – it had clicked back 'in' and I had a much more relaxed night out, feeling fine. Yee hah.

All very smug and nice – till I woke up at 3am and turned over – and BAM. There it was again, beath-takingly sharp pain in my lower back. Spent 20 minutes trying to get out of bed and upright, to go to the loo. Not even inch by inch, more like millimetre by millimetre till I could stand. Just about managed to get to the bathroom and back, and luckily went straight back to sleep.

Till 6.30am – when BAM BAM BAM – I must have turned over and suddenly my back was in spasm and I found myself howling out loud. Its that level of pain just half a notch below having your arm cut off without anaesthetic. Only backs do this in my experience and it is HIDEOUS.

Poor Mr H had to get on the blower and within 30 mins – thank god – 3 paramedics were in the bedroom, blissfully giving me gas & air. First time I have ever had it, and compared to regular painkillers, it is manna from heaven. It works!!!! All a bit surreal – ambulance outside, and 3 twenty-somethings (who all looked like school kids still) trying to get me upright in a druggy haze.

And here I now sit – gagging for a lie down on the sofa but am supposed to be doing 'gentle ambulatory' stuff. And rather worried that the same thing is going to happen again for night 3 in a row. Bloody bollocks and buggery – if you've had back pain you will know it is explosively agonising, and if you haven't take my word for it. Not much would stop me pulling on my pyjama bottoms before 3 unknown people enter my bedroom, but this stopped me even lifting my head off the pillow. 

1.30pm now. Phlurgh. Poor Scrumpy was so worried she lay down by the bed and refused to move. She'll be getting a special dog treat later for kindness to Mummy.

3 weeks today till we are due to fly on our much-awaited holiday. Stuff like this doesn't make it any more likely that we will actually be able to go.

Always hopeful x