This is not going to be one of my better posts. In fact, you may want to skip it entirely. All I’m going to do is whine in it, anyway.
My back still isn’t right. I still can’t bend properly and comfortably. I can’t sit still for longer than about ten minutes, and I can’t go for a walk much longer than that without discomfort either. At least it’s not that sharp pain any more: it’s more of a dull ache, in my lower back and down my left leg (thank you, sciatic nerve).
I sat (sort-of) around for four whole days. I literally couldn’t do much else. I couldn’t walk much. I couldn’t stand for long. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t putter in the kitchen or the garden. So I hobbled from the kitchen chair to my desk chair to a patio chair outside – with occasional forays to the bathroom and painful episodes getting on and off the toilet. Those suckers are way too low!
Four whole days of that crap! And although I can move around better now, I’m still not up to going for a proper walk or going to the gym or doing any activity that requires sustained movement. I am so bloody bored, too. I feel like I have wasted a week of my summer – of my life! – and there’s nothing I can do about it, except rest and be patient. Oh – and take drugs. Drugs that work. That’s a trial and error thing, finding those.
I am so not cut out for this! I have a whole new respect for people who live with constant pain or reduced mobility – but I wish I wasn’t one of them at the moment. I just want to go for a stupid power walk, not climb bloody Mount Everest!
Okay, that’s it. I’m done whinging for now. Regular blogging service will resume next time …
… if I’m feeling better.