backpain again
Nov. 27th, 2006 10:19 amI went to my Memoried backpain log from April when I had that horrible backpain episode (my pre-World Cup Friends willl remember) and read my advice to myself which was: take it easy early on, do not schedule things back to back, do not get stuck in one position, relax, take ibuprofen and paracetamol 3 times a day. I woke up in the night, starting to feel rigid with pain, and immediately swallowed an ibuprofen and decided I would call in sick for today and tomorrow. Especially as t'h is away in the States and I worry that if I go out of action, the whole household collapses. At least I'm still able to drive, so able to ferry children to and fro.
I feel much better taking my statutorily allowed sick leave. I will read my book manuscript, draft my book proposal and mark some assignments at home; endeavour to put today's lectures onto the web; and (hey, why not?) finish the wraith fic.
I mustn't type too much, though, I guess because this is not good for my back.
Bugger. It all started 3 weeks ago when I carried a heavy knapsack to work. My Horrible Institution kindly got rid of its staff parking two years ago so that I now have to park ten minutes' walk away and lug teaching materials there on foot. I must invest in one of those zimmer-frame shopping trolley-things for decrepit octogenarians. Also, in some sort of orthopaedic cushion for my desk chair.
Okay. The main goal is not to get into the terrible state I was in back in April where I ended up spasming on the floor of the living room for 25 minutes, groaning like an animal, frightening the sons and having to ring a neighbour to come over and keep them calm. That was Very Bad.
I feel much better taking my statutorily allowed sick leave. I will read my book manuscript, draft my book proposal and mark some assignments at home; endeavour to put today's lectures onto the web; and (hey, why not?) finish the wraith fic.
I mustn't type too much, though, I guess because this is not good for my back.
Bugger. It all started 3 weeks ago when I carried a heavy knapsack to work. My Horrible Institution kindly got rid of its staff parking two years ago so that I now have to park ten minutes' walk away and lug teaching materials there on foot. I must invest in one of those zimmer-frame shopping trolley-things for decrepit octogenarians. Also, in some sort of orthopaedic cushion for my desk chair.
Okay. The main goal is not to get into the terrible state I was in back in April where I ended up spasming on the floor of the living room for 25 minutes, groaning like an animal, frightening the sons and having to ring a neighbour to come over and keep them calm. That was Very Bad.