Pain, I am in you
Apr. 6th, 2015 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceDammit, I had not budgeted for this. I am as unexpectedly and thoroughly broken as my oven.
We had Bryn & Kyle over for dinner and photography lessons last night, and - as I foretold thee - I cooked Spanish, and all was going well - and I put a dish of olives down on the coffee-table, and my back went sproing! and suddenly nothing was any good at all.
I slipped a disk fifteen years ago, and I'm fairly sure I have just done the same again. The pain-levels are familiar. I would resent it more - a dish of olives, for cryin' out loud! at least last time it was a stupidly large sack of compost I was swinging around - but actually I wonder if I'd already done the damage hauling a massive bucket of water around the back yard, and the disk was poised and prepared to slip at any moment. (I had no idea whether that's actually the way these things work, but it seems more likely, somehow.)
Anyway, there it is. I have an abundance of ouchie, and am shuffling about the house like a very sorry thing. Ray of the magic fingers is coming in a few minutes, and I am in hopes - but I doubt even the world's finest massage therapist can fix a slipped disk just like that. And tomorrow I have to be travelling all day, by aeroplane and bus and ferry too. That's going to be half a world of hurt, oh joy.
We had Bryn & Kyle over for dinner and photography lessons last night, and - as I foretold thee - I cooked Spanish, and all was going well - and I put a dish of olives down on the coffee-table, and my back went sproing! and suddenly nothing was any good at all.
I slipped a disk fifteen years ago, and I'm fairly sure I have just done the same again. The pain-levels are familiar. I would resent it more - a dish of olives, for cryin' out loud! at least last time it was a stupidly large sack of compost I was swinging around - but actually I wonder if I'd already done the damage hauling a massive bucket of water around the back yard, and the disk was poised and prepared to slip at any moment. (I had no idea whether that's actually the way these things work, but it seems more likely, somehow.)
Anyway, there it is. I have an abundance of ouchie, and am shuffling about the house like a very sorry thing. Ray of the magic fingers is coming in a few minutes, and I am in hopes - but I doubt even the world's finest massage therapist can fix a slipped disk just like that. And tomorrow I have to be travelling all day, by aeroplane and bus and ferry too. That's going to be half a world of hurt, oh joy.
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Date: 2015-04-06 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-04-06 08:47 pm (UTC)