I hurt my back on Saturday. Actually, I’ve been in the process of hurting my back for weeks according to the nice doctor at the urgent care clinic. He hypothesized that working for 12 to 15 hours a day over winter break caused me to scrunch my shoulders toward my neck in stress and hunch over my keyboard, therefore creating this tension in my back which exploded on Saturday.
The irony is that the only position that is comfortable is scrunching my shoulders towards my neck. So it’s sort of like wanting to eat candy bars because I’m down because my clothes no longer fit me. There’s that too, but right now, the problem is my back.
The doctor prescribed painkillers and a muscle relaxer — neither of which helped — but I took them over the weekend. They made me glassy-eyed and drooly, like a zombie. Except without the pale skin. Or the penchant for brains. But everything else was very zombie-like, especially because I’m dragging my body around and groaning.
But I can’t take the painkillers/muscle relaxers during the week because I have to drive the kids places and do work. So I’m hunched over in pain, trying not to be hunched over because I’m making it worse, and quietly (or sometimes not so quietly) cursing everyone I come into contact with because I’m in a foul mood. All those smiling people, walking upright without an ounce of back pain.
I wanted to write back everyone who left kind words on my Happy Tears post, thanking them in advance for reading Apart at the Seams, and I’ve been trying to delurk all over the place and leave a lot of comments. But being in pain makes words feel hazy. Like I can’t hold onto them for very long before they float away. So if I owe you an email or a comment, I’m sorry.
I’m off to another lie down with the hot water bottle. That thing has become my best friend this week. If you see the book dedication is to my red, rubber water bottle, you’ll know why.