What is large and loud enough to rattle the pans on the pot rack and drowns out Temple of the Dog?

This:

After texting Rachael to ask the kind man in her life what it is, he confirmed her initial thought-- an Osprey.  Now, when she said, "Osprey" to me, I thought she meant the bird.  My husband is a park naturalist.  Osprey to us means bird.  Osprey to the Household of A Monkey, A Bit and A Bean means military aircraft.  

It's pretty spiffy!  When we went for our walk, it was out (because it is so loud that there is no way that you could miss it aside being deaf) and the motors were turned like airplane props.  It was so cool!  I thought it was neat, but apparently my people were already aware of it's transformer abilities from their viewing of G.I. Joe.  

I'm glad that this is only flying over for daytime exercises of take off and landings at the little airport up the street.  I'd hate to have something like this flying over in war.  It isn't tiny.  It was flying over our house for hours.  If it was wartime, it definitely wouldn't be labeled as "neat."  

Quadratus Lumborum, thou art a heartless muscle.

The quadratus lumborum muscle resides deep in your lower back. It stabilizes your pelvis and lower back, and assists in sideways flexion of your spine and lower back rotation, according to ExRX.net.

I bent down this morning to fix K's skirt hem and darned near was stuck.  It's my springtime QL fit.  It's not completely out, but going that way.  When it goes out, or has a horrible fit as would probably be more proper to say, it ends up feeling as if I have someone beating me in the back with Bert's chimney sweep brush.  

Image from Wikipedia, though I wished that he had his brush!

Good times.  

I took two Advil and hauled off to school.  PTA meetings wait for no man.  (Or woman.)  I saw the gym teacher and asked to stretch my back on his floor.  "Has anyone puked on this floor recently?"  "None at all that I know of."  I pulled, I rolled.  I rocked.  I stretched.  K saw me and said, "You know that kids have sweated on that floor?"  "I don't care.  I'll take sweat over puke."

The principal pulled me into his office for a quick chat and I was standing like I was ready to play football.  I had explained to him my back issue and as I was struggling to find a reasonable way to stand, he just chuckled.  He suffers from back issues, too.  

My friend, Kay, tried to come to my rescue.  She picked me up in a giant bear hug, cracked a few upper things in my back and dropped me onto my feet.

"You just dropped me!"

She said that she meant to.  

She had me climb up on the desk and she'd try to pull it out.  Erin, our incoming president, came in and stopped.  "Um, okay."  She was laughing at Kay's Poor Man's Chiropractic Clinic.  (Kay and her family have a chiropractor and use him frequently.)  

"Your right hip is out!"  

"I know.  It's been killing me for a while." 

It makes me think, the hip has been jacked for about a good week if not longer.  It gives periodic fits, and I'm convinced that it is the first part I will have replaced.  That probably threw the QL all out of whack.

Kay pushed, pulled and tugged.  She tried.  I think it helped a little.  

In any event, if it isn't the pollen, it's the QL.  The buckets of rain have rinsed the pollen out of the air, but I don't think that the dampness have helped the back.  

I'm a hot mess.  

Hello, Pollen. You are killing me.

We walk K to school each day.  I saw "we" because 98% of the time, Hubs is able to join us.  We walked this morning and as soon as we got back, I got a migraine.  Before we left, I took Allegra (Rx strength.)  When I started with the migraine, I took what Hubs refers to as my "concoction."  I take an Advil, a Tylenol, and 2 baby aspirins.  That generally does it.

It didn't touch it.

An hour later, I followed it up with an Advil Cold & Sinus.

That didn't do anything.

I pulled out a Coke and rolled a lavender headache essential oil roller all over my forehead, temples, up the back of my neck and into my hair.

Praise God!  It started to let up.  I had a haze for a while and that feeling like I thought that maybe I would vomit, but I wasn't certain.  I had life to live and I wasn't light sensitive with this one, so I rocked it out.

I also watered it to death, meaning I drank a whole boatload of water.

Wow.

We went for another walk tonight because, well, this winter weight is not melting off on its own.  Add another 2 1/2 miles to the 2 we did earlier.  My eyes were burning, but my 24 hour Allegra still held.  I looked the pollen count up this evening.  Surprisingly, it was high!  :much sarcasm:

We're suffering here.  We can't open the windows or we would all surely curl up in the fetal position from the intense cranial pain.

Welcome spring.  Rain.  Rain is very good.  It rinses this out of the air.  At least the cars aren't yellow-- yet.