Cayla and I got to church late - after Sacrament Meeting.
I attended Sunday School, but during Relief Society the pain in my back got pretty bad so I went out to the foyer. Jacqui asked me what was wrong and the floodgates opened.
Later on, I figured it is like walking and chewing gum for those who have difficulties with that kind of thing. In my case, I could manage my reaction to the pain better if I wasn't trying to carry on a conversation at the same time (or drive, as I found out later).
Another factor is stress - I am definitely stressed out lately, what with having to move and not having found a place yet ...
So, the combination of being stressed out, being in a lot of pain and having to talk to people just made me cry to no end today. At church. In public.
It was the ugly cry. The tears rolling down, snot dripping, whiny voice, ugly cry. And I couldn't stop for the longest time.
I would get sort of calmed down and then someone else would ask what was wrong and there I would go again.
Eventually, I got it under control. I got a blessing from the elders, and it was potluck day (which I forgot, so I didn't bring anything). But I got fed, thanks to people who bring extra (and I'll try not to forget next month). And between the blessing and the getting fed (another possible part of the equation could be low blood sugar), I felt better.
Then I had to wait for the bishop's youth discussion to be over, so I could take Cayla home. While that was going on, I went to Walmart because
At this moment, I don't have any pain. (I took two more ibuprofen this afternoon.) That could change as soon as I get up from this chair. And who knows what will happen tomorrow.
But at this moment, I am pain-free.