When I was a little girl we had this heating pad. It rocked. Yeah, so if you laid on it a bit too long, you could get a red spot and could possibly get burned. But that sucker got hot! And you felt that heat.
So a couple days ago I strained my back. It is not a fun experience. Going into a laying down position brings huge pain and tears. So, like a good girl, I called my mommy to check in. Yup, I still call my mommy.
Anyway, she suggested I get out my heating pad. Now, we have one but I’m always so disappointed in the little bit of heat it generates I almost feel like why bother. But, mommy is the best doctor and she knows best so I went into the closet searching for the heating pad and brought it out.
It still can’t compare to that lovely one we had as kids, but I think it did some good.
