It is granted that I'm not active by any sense of the word, though lately, I've been leaving the house and getting out in the world more frequently than I was a few months ago, even though I'm essentially a glorified purse holder for my gal pal, Melissa. She would argue that I purchase as often as she does, but her regular haunts are hardly places where I would freely purchase wares.
Usually a few hours out and about, results in my legs cramping up and my back getting unusually sore. In January of 2014, I injured my spine really bad, an injury that left me with three compression fractures in three different vertebrae. My T3, 4 and 5 were broke with patterns that reminded me of a spider web or a smashed car window. I was reassured by medical professionals that I had nothing to worry about. That there was little or no chance of any rogue pieces splintering off and dissecting my spinal cord. Trusting their word, I continued to live life, albeit a lot more subdued. Not that I was B.A.S.E. jumping or racing dune buggies, but my options, I felt, were limited after that.
Usually a few hours out and about, results in my legs cramping up and my back getting unusually sore. In January of 2014, I injured my spine really bad, an injury that left me with three compression fractures in three different vertebrae. My T3, 4 and 5 were broke with patterns that reminded me of a spider web or a smashed car window. I was reassured by medical professionals that I had nothing to worry about. That there was little or no chance of any rogue pieces splintering off and dissecting my spinal cord. Trusting their word, I continued to live life, albeit a lot more subdued. Not that I was B.A.S.E. jumping or racing dune buggies, but my options, I felt, were limited after that.
After finishing treatment from my lovely physiotherapist, Elissa, I was unemployed and left to recover from other injuries sustained from my fall on the job. Money being limited, I stayed pretty close to home, choosing to live vicarious adventure through heroes and characters viewed on my television set, rather than venturing into extracurricular activities. I'd still go for walks in the park, with my boy, Monkey, just for a change of scenery, beneficial to him as well as myself, but mostly I stuck close to home. My back never gave me much issue. No overindulgence equaled very little, if any, pain and discomfort.
Winter came, and unfortunately, my snow blower still won't start [*Boycott: Home Depot], resulting with my having to clear my two-and-a-half driveway (meaning I have room for two automobiles across plus space for a small RV). It's a back-breaking process, excuse the pun. Lately, with the abundant snowfall we've received, I've opted to only clearing a path from the street to my front door, in addition to the city walk in front of my house. The last time I tackled that endeavour, was midway last week. My back had stiffened, but hardly gave me issue. Yesterday, my sixty-eight year old mother came to my house for supper, but before coming into the house, unbeknownst to me, she took it upon herself to clear a respectable patch of snow and ice and did so in half the time it takes me to do a patch half as wide.
It wasn't until her actions caught the attention of my cat, that I became aware of her actions. I'm appreciative, but rushed outside to scold her of her actions. She's sixty-eight years old, for f*ck sake. A sixty-eight year old, who recently informed me that she requires a hip replacement. What the f*ck is she thinking? She reluctantly let go of the shovel and went inside, as I replaced the road salt that had been flung onto my snow covered lawn, an action that should reveal some interesting patterns of murdered grass, come springtime.
We watched a couple movies that she'd not seen before and had, what she described, was a tasty supper, before she left for home. I laid down on the sofa, like I've done a thousand times before, over my eight year tenure at this address. I chose a previously recorded show to watch and fell asleep, like usual. About four hours later, I woke up with a desperate need to pee. I expected to jump up and rush across the living room, but instead, I experienced a sharp shooting pain down my spine. A blistering shot that is reminiscent of the early days that followed my initial injury. There was no mad rush, but a slow painful hobble.
The great deal of discomfort I've felt in the hours that have passed, is unimaginable. I'm hunched, fighting to straighten up to walk upright. Sleeping was a little better, being that my mattress is ideal for sore ailing backs, and without a pillow under my head, was able to sleep in. I'm walking a little more upward than I was last night and with a greater pace. Getting up and mobilized is incredibly sore, however. I'm hoping this recent flare-up is due to a sudden and dramatic drop in outside temperature, the barometric pressure wreaking havoc on old injured bones. Especially, given that I need to go for a physical regarding this new job I'm trying out for.
I don't believe in luck, but I do believe in karma. I don't know what I did in this life or what anyone could have done in a past life, to deserve as much bullshit as I've endured in this life, but holy f*ck!!! When is enough going to be enough.
It wasn't until her actions caught the attention of my cat, that I became aware of her actions. I'm appreciative, but rushed outside to scold her of her actions. She's sixty-eight years old, for f*ck sake. A sixty-eight year old, who recently informed me that she requires a hip replacement. What the f*ck is she thinking? She reluctantly let go of the shovel and went inside, as I replaced the road salt that had been flung onto my snow covered lawn, an action that should reveal some interesting patterns of murdered grass, come springtime.
We watched a couple movies that she'd not seen before and had, what she described, was a tasty supper, before she left for home. I laid down on the sofa, like I've done a thousand times before, over my eight year tenure at this address. I chose a previously recorded show to watch and fell asleep, like usual. About four hours later, I woke up with a desperate need to pee. I expected to jump up and rush across the living room, but instead, I experienced a sharp shooting pain down my spine. A blistering shot that is reminiscent of the early days that followed my initial injury. There was no mad rush, but a slow painful hobble.
The great deal of discomfort I've felt in the hours that have passed, is unimaginable. I'm hunched, fighting to straighten up to walk upright. Sleeping was a little better, being that my mattress is ideal for sore ailing backs, and without a pillow under my head, was able to sleep in. I'm walking a little more upward than I was last night and with a greater pace. Getting up and mobilized is incredibly sore, however. I'm hoping this recent flare-up is due to a sudden and dramatic drop in outside temperature, the barometric pressure wreaking havoc on old injured bones. Especially, given that I need to go for a physical regarding this new job I'm trying out for.
I don't believe in luck, but I do believe in karma. I don't know what I did in this life or what anyone could have done in a past life, to deserve as much bullshit as I've endured in this life, but holy f*ck!!! When is enough going to be enough.
