Yesterday morning, my daughter hobbled downstairs and begged for a massage to loosen up her back which had taken on a muscle spasm while she prepared for work. She couldn’t bend, twist, or even breathe deeply. Poor girl. I got her moving and off she went to work.
A couple hours later as I was picking up some wood that Rick had transferred into the basement via the basement window, my lower back seized up and I was hit with a brief panic about how I was going to make it back up those stairs. Slow and gentle movements got me upright and I did manage to get back to the main level of the house but the rest of the day was a right-off as things such as bending, twisting, sitting, standing and laying down were slow and painful.
After my daughter returned from work, still stiff and sore, we watched some TV only to listen to Ellen D’s monologue talking about, you guessed it, back pain!!
After a long, agonizing night of trying to toss and turn (which of course was slow and agonizing) I am still not moving freely. I even had to resort to “drugs” to try and move things along more quickly. It’s the weekend, you know!! (Come on Advil, do your wonders!)
Anyway, back to the wood: during Rick’s job at renovating this woodworking shop, he had to rip up an old wood floor. I of course asked, “so where’s the wood?” and Wednesday night it came home (Thus the pile of tongue-and-groove oak slipped into the basement.)
When I told Obi about the find the other day I had said that the cost was $ 0. After yesterday’s events, the cost got extremely more expensive. I should have just left it on the floor. That’ll “learn me”.
-- ~ Debbie, Canada (http://www.execulink.com/~yohan)