I went to get out of bed but a sharp stabbing pain in my back stopped me and I squeaked.
“You ok?” Michelle asked
“Yeah, I had a little fall last night, think I pulled something in my back”, I admitted. I groaned loudly trying to get out of bed.
“Cattbutt, lie back down. we still have heaps of time”
I was fully content to flop back on my face into bed
“Can I help” she asked
“Do you have pain killers or a masseuse in your pocket” I laughed
“I have both” she smiled bringing me some ibuprofen, “Let me have a look at your back, I did a massage course when I first got out of the military, I thought it might relax me, turns out touching old men isn’t exactly relaxing”
I laughed at Michelle’s thinking.
“Come on, shirt off. let me see the damage”
I obliged, wriggling out of my shirt with my face still planted on the bed. I didn’t want to be out of commission for more time then I already had been, having already slept most of the day. I lied in just my underwear as Michele climbed onto the bed.