Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Lacy pings and drunken monkeys

I had the day off yesterday...where of course "off" is a word that is...open to interpretation. But my back had started firing warning shots Sunday, so I had decided to be all sensible and some junk, scratched all the "heavy lifting" and "crouching" and "hunched over like a gargoyle" stuff off my list.

"A little light housework," I said, "and then we'll switch to Equally Important But Less Physical Computer Stuff."

Less than half an hour in to my light housework, in the VERY FIRST ROOM, I saw...something...wadded up behind my rocking chair. DARN THOSE KIDS, I groused to myself, and grabbed the front of the chair to slide it forward so I could reach whatever-it-was...

It never ceases to astonish me, how my back can DO this to me. It will let me do all manner of inane things, and only punish me with a mild-to-moderate level of next-day ache. And frankly, if I do NOT engage in a certain level of inane physical activity you wouldn't think was a good idea, my punishment is generally worse...it might feel good at the time to just loaf around, but it rapidly becomes this downward spiral where every little thing hurts more and more, until I have become a Couch Slug and practically require a shot of morphine straight into my spine and hip to get moving again.

But then, after being all forgiving like that...I will do something like this...pull a light chair, which is on runners on a Berber-style carpet so it slides so easily it's actually annoying, and........ping!

...and I'm sitting breathless, weeping and cussing and telling myself encouraging things like, "Don't you DARE throw up! You think you can handle the carpet cleaner right now?! I DIDN'T THINK SO, YOU JUST SUCK IT UP, MISSY!!!!!!"

Because I am a good nurse like that.

...sigh...

I'm going to be moving *cautiously* for a while...

BUT GUESS WHAT WAS BEHIND THAT CHAIR, ALL WADDED UP AND FORGOTTED?

Lace. Specifically, a Southwest Shawl from Fibertrends.

...you just never know what the Den is going to disgorge, whenever you start tidying up...


3 comments:

Steph B said...

Oh girl....Ice, drugs, take-out for dinner! Hope you feel better SOON.

Terena said...

bummer! so sorry, Sis. sending you a big, but gentle, hug.

Anonymous said...

Why is it that the back monster strikes at the worst moment? Took a bad spill a couple of years ago in March and my first (coherent) thought was "damn, there goes another gardening season!!" Hope you're up and running soon.
Nancy FP