First, I want to thank everyone for the suggestions and good wishes sent this past week.
After throwing out my back I was stuck in the bed for several days, and reading your hopes for a kinder back for me helped enormously. Well, it didn’t make any pain go away, but I felt like I hadn’t been abandoned to the pain. Thank you.
I am once again semi-mobile…somehow I managed to get dressed today, and lemme tell ya. I now Hate wearing pj’s all day. The first day I didn’t care what I wore so long as I could dull the sciatica a bit. Day 2 and I was bargaining with whatever Gods there may be…you know the old “if you just take away the pain I will never again do…whatever”. That didn’t do a damned thing for me. By day 3 I was ready to swear a blue streak in frustration..there’s nothing quite so humbling as having to request assistance to do the most basic of ablutions…….
No one ever warns us that there will be days when our bodies simply refuse to cooperate with us. We blithely go bopping from one adventure to another when we are young, knowing that if we stay up all night and all the next day, we’ll make up for the lack of rest on the third day..then get up and do it all again. By the time we are in our “silver” years, we still THINK we can do the same things….it’s just our poor worn out bodies can not recover quite as quickly.
It is always a surprise to me when I fall apart and can’t get on with whatever I had planned, and instead have to recuperate in the damned bed!
Thank goodness for good friends and loving husbands…without them I would have simply curled up and given up the ghost last week.
So, semi-mobile, semi-medicated and back in front of my computer I recline……..and I can’t think of a bloody thing to write about the daily prompt. I seem to have fallen out of the habit of blogging. I have a vague notion that another day or two and I shall have my back repaired and my mind intact once again…but I wouldn’t place any bets on it.