...back.
Yep, I'm officially on the crippled list. I threw my back out yesterday, so I won't be posting, or being on-line at all much today. What a hiderance these frail bodies of ours can be at times. I wasn't even doing anything that could be construed as dangerous to my back. I have troubles with it, so when I'm going to be doing something heavy, or difficult--which considering I live on a farm, is often enough--I take great pains to make sure I'm moving in an efficient way. So... I don't throw my back out doing hard stuff. Nope. All I did was throw some feed to the chickens and I'm out in the middle of the barnyard screaming for hubby to come save me.
I haven't thrown my back out in ages. Mostly because I am so careful about it. This stupid kind of throw-out happened once before, I think it was about 9 years ago. I swooped down to pick up a scarf that had fallen to the floor... back out. I was flat out on the bed for several days. Luckily this one doesn't seem quite as bad. I was pretty much down and out for the remainder of the day yesterday, but today I'm able to hobble about like a woman twice my age.
I think there should be a law against a body being able to hold its human hostage. How about you?
4 comments:
One feels a certain rage at oneself.
Pain killers - that's the ticket.
I sympathize, believe me.
I hope you're up and running in no time! Yes pain killers are the ticket! I don't mean cheesy-week tylenol, you need the strong stuff!
Thanks, Bernita, and yes, painkillers are a godsend. They are about to send me into lala land though.
Jose, never fear though, it didn't spare you my 'red-pen'... see your edits, my dear. :) Muuuuhahahhaha.
I'm too busy trying to keep my body from killing me from the inside out to worry about the littler things. :0)
Anything less deserves a cane in the ol' shin...
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