Bad dreams, bad morning

I woke this morning from a dream about Jeff. A bad one. He sneaked into my grandson (the bun is not even in that oven yet) Mom died in childbirth and the baby (Jeff) still had the same heart ailment so we had to do the whole multiple surgery and heart transplant thing all over again. The whole time this now 2 1/2 year old child tells me every time we're alone that he is really my son. I don't mind saying that I was rather relieved when I woke up from this dream to find out it was not real. I hope never to have to go through that again. I woke up with a terrible back ache that is currently making feel likeI might throw up if I don't stop typing. Can't take a pain pill untill I eat something, can't eat anything, I just took my thyroid med. Can't climb into the shower room until my back stops hurting. Uhghh. I just want to stay home.