I should've held my horses. I felt better in the morning, so I went back to work yesterday and by late afternoon, I was in serious amounts of pain. I wrote an email that seemed all right when I wrote it, and when I looked again, it was half gibberish; stood up to get a cup of water and got a nasty jolt from the small of my back, above and beyond the dull aching radiance. Things did not improve from there.
Got home, limped through the corner grocery on the way and managed to pick up a rotisserie chicken and a couple of salads along with a small bag of oranges -- and "managed to pick up" isn't just figurative language, it was almost too much weight. I unloaded the car by leapfrogging burdens -- dinner, lunchbox, briefcase -- and stayed on my feet long enough to free up a wing and a drumstick for Tam, some chunks of white meat for me, and strip the rest of the bird for soup later.
Last night was a low-grade nightmare of alternating cold-gel packs and heating pad (and one late-night call) interspersed with dreams about hurting and this morning, I'm better but far behind where I was yesterday morning. I shouldn't have gone in. Paperwork and a few trips up and down the stairs were all it took to screw up my back again.
Not a fan of this present state of affairs.
Recovery from a back issue can take time. Don’t push yourself if you can help it. I hope you feel better.
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