Getting old isn't much fun. You hear people joke about sneezing and throwing their back out, or getting an ache in their neck because they waved at someone. While most of the time its said in jest, there is some truth to it.
For the past couple of weeks as I get in the groove of my new job, new movements are included. And I'm not sure why these little changes are causing havoc in my life. To reach things higher, I use a 3-step ladder; to reach things low down, I have to kneel. Both have caused me a few aches and pains.
In trying to overcome these aches, I decided that I need to work on some of those muscles. That's what I did Thursday night. Friday, I could hardly move. My lower back was in a spasm, shooting a pain down my leg. Or was it a glitch in my ankle shooting pains upward? I'm not sure.
So I called off work and spent Friday, Saturday and now today flat on my back, alternating ice and heat, trying to relieve the pains. I could barely hobble on Friday, Saturday was better, but I called off again today to give my body an extra day of rest.
But I was raised with a strong work ethic: work first, then play. So why do I feel so guilty about not being at work???? I know that my health comes first, my body needed the rest, but my mind is going crazy. I'm bingeing Sex and the City and reading old romance novels. (Can't complain about a good lookin' cowboy though !)
I think I'll be glad to be going back to work!
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