Ouch--an injury and dirty dishes

So, on Tuesday afternoon Casey (the hubs) and I were playing around.  We were wrestling.  I like to show him that, as John Mayer would say; "I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for".  Well I was pinning him down really well when I flipped over him and onto the hard floor down below.  I landed  really weird position and I, being the drama queen, thought I had broken my neck and several ribs.  Well, I really only have a sprained back and shoulder muscle.  However, it's caused some pain with doing just the everything things.  Yesterday I winced just reaching up.  Today is a lot better.  So much better that I thought all of the pain has finis.  I plugged into my iPhone and decided to clean up the kitchen to a Janet Jackson song.  It really had me fired up and I did a dance move that nearly brought me to my knees with pain.  I was so glad no one was nearby to see it.  Needless to say I stopped dancing and decided to leave the cleaning for tomorrow.  This is SOOOOOO hard for me, I hate dishes in the sink.  I mean I am OCD about t he kitchen and dishes in the sink; it must stem from high school.  However, today I decided to keep the OCD in check and wait to do the dishes tomorrow when I feel better.  This is a major breakthrough for me.  I'm not freaking out and I've told Casey not to mess with them.  This is sort of like exposure therapy for it.  My psychiatrist will be so happy.  Well this was just a bit of rambling as I reach for the Tylenol and the heating pad.   Oh and a good look at the sink I am avoiding.  Dried on eggs--yuck.