Dear Diary,
In the morning, I could not get up. My back was very stiff. The pain was barely tolerable. I started crying over the agony. Pia woke up, soon after Mrs. Wells came in. She asked what was wrong. After I replied, she went and got some ice. I put it on my back.
I slowly maneuvered my self downstairs.
" It's probably because you were bending down lots to make that Anderson shelter." Mrs. wells explained.