Sunday, yesterday, my family celebrated my birthday. This means Christmas is coming in a few weeks. That's my calendar; not advent, not Gregorian The world marches around my birthday.
Anyway, yesterday, when I was changing the bed, I sprained the paraspinal muscles in my back. I was lifting the mattress and stretching the fitted sheet over it, when lightning stabbed me across my waist. If I had the strength to call for help, I would have. I just stayed bent over and painstakingly (stress pain) inched to a sitting position.
Since then, I'm wearing an ice pack/fanny pack. I'm still in my pajamas. I'm on muscle relaxants. And I've nothing to do but look at all that I need/should/want, to do.
If anything falls to the floor, it stays there. Standing is the most comfortable position. I can sit, but getting to a standing, to a sitting position, is what causes pain (like going on a toilet).
The mailman has just brought my first Christmas cards, and a Christmas present. I have cards to write, too. Shopping to do. Baking to do. And I haven't put away the birthday celebrations and presents, yet.
...and all I feel like doing is crying.
Anyway, yesterday, when I was changing the bed, I sprained the paraspinal muscles in my back. I was lifting the mattress and stretching the fitted sheet over it, when lightning stabbed me across my waist. If I had the strength to call for help, I would have. I just stayed bent over and painstakingly (stress pain) inched to a sitting position.
Since then, I'm wearing an ice pack/fanny pack. I'm still in my pajamas. I'm on muscle relaxants. And I've nothing to do but look at all that I need/should/want, to do.
If anything falls to the floor, it stays there. Standing is the most comfortable position. I can sit, but getting to a standing, to a sitting position, is what causes pain (like going on a toilet).
The mailman has just brought my first Christmas cards, and a Christmas present. I have cards to write, too. Shopping to do. Baking to do. And I haven't put away the birthday celebrations and presents, yet.
...and all I feel like doing is crying.