Except today, while helping mum, I twisted wrong while moving a bit of furniture. I twisted really wrong. I've never had a bad back, once every couple of years, I'll do something wrong and have little painful twinges for a few days. This is much more uncomfortable. Sharon knew it was bad when I asked about the strongest painkillers we had in the house. I usually just put up with aches, rather than take something that may leave me dopey or sleepy... or in any dwarf-like state.
So, Nurofen takes the edge off the pain, and if I don't move, it's doesn't hurt more than a dull background ache. Will have to see how it goes over the next day or so. If I don't notice it improving will have to see someone because there's no way I can play St. Nick like this.
But nothing I can do about it. May as well rest and take it easy.
On the bright side, my US edition Elm St box set arrived today. Watched a doco and a few other bits. I waited and waited and waited for the local release, and they've done their best to screw the punters with an inferior product lacking the disc of extras, so I've bought the overseas edition. I try to support the local industry, but they do nothing to earn my trust or cash.
I'm a big fan of the Elm St series. The original was the first film to scare me since I was quite young. I was 18 or so when I saw the first one on video and made a hell of an impact. Some of the later films turned Freddy into a wise-cracking nutball, but I still enjoyed the surrealistic landscapes and ideas. Except the sixth film, in which even the dream sequences bored me.
It's nice to hear Wes Craven talk about his career and inspirations for the films, too.