Bloody ow!
It’s been a fun Easter for me so far.
On Thursday morning I found I had no hot water (although this was something I could fix myself). Although I’d fixed it, it meant that my ablutions had to be via a boiled kettle and sink rather than a shower.
That in itself wasn’t a problem. A minor inconvenience but easily overcome.
I then made the mistake of sneezing (the tail end of the cat flu) and my back twinged.
“Ow” I thought, straightened up and carried on.
Clambering into the Copen a few minutes later I felt another twinge and as I drove towards the park and ride I grew increasingly uncomfortable and found myself shuffling off the bus and into work. It got worse and worse as the morning progresses and I gave in before lunchtime, shuffling – even slower – back to the bus and, eventually, home (where it took me 10 minutes to get back out of the Copen – I had to roll myself out in the end!).
It being a Thursday young Kirsti (the chiropractor) was closed so I just applied ice pack after ice pack in an attempt to reduce the inflammation. Didn’t stop the pain, though.
Friday being a bank holiday, young Kirsti (the chiropractor) was again closed. More ice packs and more time spent lying down.
Come yesterday morning and it seemed no better to me and I was on the phone to young Kirsti (the chiropractor) as soon as they opened and was fortunate enough to find a parking space directly outside the practice.
Since then I’ve been alternating ice packs with (ah, bliss) hot water bottles and I do seem a lot more mobile. Still walking around with a stick, just in case, but I am, at least, a lot more mobile as long as I don’t remain still for too long.
As a by-product I have discovered young Kirsti (the cat)’s second fear.
Up to now my attempts to stop her chewing on cables, pull down wallpaper, etc. by yelling “No!” or throwing things at her had been treated with utter contempt. True, she’d stop in mid-chew or mid-claw and would fix a steely stare on me, but would then return to her mischief.
Purely by chance I found, however, that she dislikes the sound of a metal tape measure being extended. Not sure why but it means I’ve taken to keep a tape to hand! The second thing she seems to dislike is the sound of someone walking with a stick! That is weird but again it’s a handy string to my Kirsti (the cat) training regime.
Oh well. I’d love to stay and bore you further but the hot water bottle is now a lukewarm water bottle so it’s time for the next ice pack.
<shiver>