I was packing up boxes and preparing my move. I was in my garage, thinking how sad it is to be moving, when I picked up a box and see a family of mice.

They may have been rats!

I may have screamed. It sounded like a tea pot brought to boil. So, I think from my reaction, they had to be big, huge rats! No adult man, screams over mice... Dirty, filthy, screeching mice!

I took a break from the garage and went upstairs to pack things in my apartment. When I bent down to move an empty box out of my way, I heard a crack in my back, but may have been muscles tearing across some sharp bone. I lost all power from my hips down and had to lay down on the floor.

I was in so much pain.

I stayed on the that spot on the floor for about two hours. Later, I crawled to my bed, but that was uncomfortable, so back to the floor I went.

It's a little better now, but it's like every muscle in my body has been pulled. I need painkillers so bad.

The last time I felt pain like this was when I was moving from Los Angeles to here... Hmmm, wonder what that means, other than someone else should pack my belongings for me?