I thought pulling the left Achilles Tendon was painful enough but combined with tearing a back muscle on the right side, it's a whole new world of discomfort interspersed with bouts of ouching in a loud voice.
I can lie down but I can't sit or bend. Standing is fun unless I move and goddess forbid that I should sneeze.
I did the damage on Tuesday, ignored it.
I went to the residents and family meeting on Wednesday and wheeled Ma's wheelchair, pain ramped up, ignored it.
I went shopping on Thursday and wheeled a trolley when I should have gone straight home to an icepack and bed with lots of painkillers.
Friday is a blur of obsenities and pills. I can't lie on my back or left side, only on the right side and only one way. It takes 30 minutes for the painkillers to kick in.
The BOH wants to take me to Doc Marvin. The thought of a shower or dressing makes my eyes water so I decide on more painkillers instead.
There is twinging again which is going to lead to another bout of ouching and grouching and more pills.
I can't think how it happened. Raking up the lemons? Raking up the mess SE water left?
Picking up the pebbles SE water chucked everywhere? Dragging out the bins? Couldn't have been that, the pain stopped me halfway. Bending upside down to unscrew two cupboard doors? That's a good candidate since I couldn't get the last screw out and walloped it with a hammer. BOH comes home and removes the screw in 2 seconds.
Nothing helps. Pain is not my friend, thank you Mr. Myagi. Relaxation exercises helps but requires the body to lie flat on the bed. So today is the first time I've been able to sit at the computer and what happens, I read the comments on the last post between the Bear and Lord Rochester and laugh.
Bloody pain is back again.
Doc Marvin it is.