Today is, apparently, a day for injuring my back. Shortly after my last post I went to take Fizzgigg outside, and on my way down the stairs my feet slipped out from under me (gorram houseshoes) and I landed hard, with the middle of my spine slamming right down on the edge of one of the steps. The pain I mentioned earlier? That was nothing. Pain and suffering has just been redefined for me. The worst part is that I dropped my dog and he rolled all the way down to the bottom, and I was more worried about him than I was about me. When I started screaming for my mom it was so she could check on my dog because I couldn't get up to do it myself. But then once I knew he was okay I started crying like TAR 3's Flo hanging off the side of a cliff. We actually thought about calling an ambulance there for a minute. But I can wiggle all of my fingers and toes, so clearly nothing's broken, and since I don't have any health insurance I'll just have to tough it out. But oh my God, it hurts.

Then when I was sitting there trying to recover, my mom comes out of her office/TV room with all of my Evil Dead videos and starts bitching at me for being into such evil, evil things (she found the Collector's Edition case of the first one that looks like the Book of the Damned and that I really should have known better than to leave in there and, well, freaked). First I tried to explain to her that those movies are comedies and not something that anyone with half a brain could take seriously, then I told her that my brother and little sister love them too and if she's going to lecture me she needs to wait till they're here so she can catch us all at once. But then she started in about how she's worried because I have a fixation with evil that I've had since I was a little kid (needless to say, she does not approve of Buffy). I pointed out that, yes, I have been into stuff like this since I was a kid, and hey! Still a Christian! I thought about trying to explain to her that INFP personality types in fact have a very strong sense of morality and that causes us to become fascinated with things that lie outside of our morality, and that that's why I've always enjoyed scary movies and vampire stories and such, and that that is perfectly normal for me and a whole bunch of other people and does not mean that we're all going to start worshiping Satan or what have you. But explanations like that don't tend to stick with her. So I tried to figure out what she was driving at and asked her point blank if she's trying to say that this is why I fell just then. She said no, but she does think that my "fixation with evil" causes me to be out from under God's protection and keeps me from getting blessed. Okay then, mom. I didn't bother to remind her that she said the same thing about my collection of vampire novels when I started having night terrors after my dad died, and that when she showed our pastor my books and ran this theory by him he could not have disagreed more.

Damn. I love my momma but she drives me loopy sometimes.

Ow. My back.