We ain't gettin' any younger

My lower back started to hurt Sunday night. I don't know if it was because of my backbend while warming up (which I sometimes do when I need an extra streeetch), or because of that mindless dive during summer league. But damn, I am in pain.

It hurt even more yesterday. I couldn't bend forward, and each time I had to get out of my chair, I had to struggle out of it like a pregnant woman (palms pushing me off my chair, pelvis up first). I chalked it up to muscle strain, but over lunch with my mom and my tita, they kept telling me to have it checked. "You're not that young anymore," my tita chided me.

Damnit.

If this thing still majorly hurts by tomorrow, I gotta get me to the doctor.