Somehow, and it’s unrelated to the new shoes, I managed to pull a/some muscle(s) in my back this morning while reaching for the dog’s allergy pill and/or loading the dishwasher.
I am, apparently, 400 years old.
It is ridiculously painful – and I say that as someone whose ribs frequently slide out of place and swell and make it impossible for me to sleep in various positions and whose arm sometimes goes numb as a result. I have occasionally had a tight muscle in my back but this is a full-fledged knot of awful. How do people function with this kind of pain? Also, I suddenly get why everyone with back pain ends up addicted to Oxys and then heroin and, oh, man, slippery slope over here, right? (Not really.) (Don’t send help.) (I’m not high!)
So, I spent some time lying on the floor. Then some time sitting in a chair, perfectly upright. Then walking up and down the stairs. Then lying on the floor again.
I am learning that there is a fine line between staying in one place for a little while (the pain stops!) and staying in place too long (everything has cramped up again! ow ow ow!). Huh. Who knew?
There was a work-related meeting at 1pm today that I really wanted to attend (but which isn’t hugely problematic if I can’t do it) so I was doing everything I could do to make the muscle happy – - I failed. And I am only now, at 1:30, half-dressed. I’m standing to type this (all hail the standing-height desk!) and I would really prefer not to bend down for any reason whatsoever.
(Pants are optional at home, thank god.)
So, good times all around over here. GOOD TIMES.