At 5-am I wake up and it feels like my back is dying. It's a burning pressure, and no amount of twisting helps. I even got several different pops, and I thought they might help. It was the sort of pain where I wanted to just scream and kick. A gram of tylenol had no effect.
About 7:30, I was trying to find where all it hurt, because this sort of pain came through to the front. A little above the kidneys, plus a little below the strnum, plus center of the spine. Wierd.
I tried ice-pack thinking it was my back, which was only minor assistance.
I poked under my sternum and holy whoohaaha. Seems that the spicy of the pork rinds, and the going to sleep too soon after eating them made them park in my transverse colon. That's the large intestine part that goes from right to left horizontally and in front of most everything else in the top part of your abdomen.
I massaged my belly a little bit which seemed to help enough that I went back to sleep about 8am.
Of course, the message of "yes, the painters can come any time after noon" was translated into 10am, and I woke up then. I'm really fucking tired.
It's now 7:16pm I'm stil a little sore in the back and the belly.