Have I become my Mother?

As I stood holding onto the kitchen stove to keep my balance, while I heated a hot pack in the microwave, glanced up at a mirror over the dining room table and thought I saw my mother looking back at me. With fatigue and pain on my face I could see her plain as day. God I hate that. My sisters and I have always joked about who looked the most like her, and of course no one wants to admit that we all do at times. But today I saw it for the first time in myself. You see I did something to my back yesterday, I think it is more than a twik. I had seen an orthopedic on Tue due to hip pain, but it wasn't exactly hip, not as in the hip joint but in front on the pelvic bone, has been hurting since my trip to Mo. in Oct. She thought it was bursitis and put me on an anti inflamatory to take twice a day. Well by Thurs I had no pain so was doing what ever I wanted, which was cutting dead plants from the flower bed. I had cut one garbage can full and was starting on the second when I bent over and got a sudden pain in the lower back and could barely stand up. I waited a few min but it didn't go away, so I made it into the house and have been in bed most of the time. Called the dr. today and AC went after more meds for me. Now my nitestand looks like my mothers, with all the bottles of pills. I have Vicodan for pain, Soma for muscle relaxer, and Cataflam for anti inflamitory. Geez and I don't take much more than tylenol. So here I am. This chair at the computer feels so so but think I have had enough of it. Got an apt. for Tue to see Dr. again. Maybe I can get a catscan out of her and see what is really going on with the low back and hips. See I am my mothers daughter after all. OR maybe I am a little high on all these drugs.