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Things that Are Difficult to Do

...when you have a slipped disc...or when Lucifer has taken his bloodless, boney index finger and run it across your vertibrae, one at a time like a mallet on a marimba, his spikey, filthy fingernail clickety-click against the bones, retracting the muscles into an angry and immovable mass.

-standing
-sitting
-laying down
-getting up from a laying down position
-sneezing
-working at your desk
-playing a French horn
-petting the cat
-picking up dropped items
-washing the dishes
-buying groceries
-vacuuming
-getting in and out of the car
-not moving for 20 minutes at a time
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Sassy Sundry said…
Ouch! Yuck. Curse Lucifer.

At least you don't have to vacuum?
1:33 PM
Alifan said…
Sorry to hear about your back... I have just got over a dose of back pain, a friend bought me a heat pad, and that was really good, do not know if would help a slipped disc though, hope it soon improves...
2:02 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
It's pure misery Robyn and i truly sympathise.
3:29 PM
dive said…
Oh, poor Robyn.
May the Spirits of Anaesthesia rub gentle salve into your back (I'd have a go but I can't reach) …
3:49 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
my I recommend chinese massage?

It works for me every time :>)


Hope you feel better soon.
4:10 PM
Scout said…
Thanks to all of you. My car wouldn't start this afternoon, so I had to drive the pickup to pick up my daughter--it was not fun. Every little bump was a jolt.
4:43 PM
Old Knudsen said…
I noticed something that you didn't mention having trouble doing, I suppose you lie back and think of yer country.



Sun tanning on a sun bed of course.
3:15 AM
Anonymous said…
shame about the French Horn but forget the rest - get a man to do the chores
3:56 AM
dive said…
Hee hee. I agree with Mandy, totally!
4:04 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Tsk! Trust Old k...
Foetal position tightly on your side is good i find in those circumstances. No, stoppit Old K, i meant for relaxing and sleeping! Goodness!
4:51 AM
Ame said…
OUCH ROBYN!!! BTDT....and it's MISERY! Hope you find relief SOON! Maybe Lynn's idea isn't far off...might even help! Seriously, it's NOT funny...get better SOON girlfriend! =(
5:04 AM
Scout said…
Wow. It was so nice to wake up to all of these well-wishings, even from the singley minded Old K. Oh, but when I go back and reread his comment, I see he didn't actually wish me well.

Anyway, thank you. Sleeping is a relief, but now I am here for another day of frozen-back syndrome.
6:48 AM
dive said…
Back pain is so awful; even knowing it will get better is little consolation, but it WILL get better, Robyn.
And very soon, I hope.

Now what was it you were telling me about knitting?
8:43 AM
Ms Mac said…
Ouch! Hope that doesn't last too long! Backache is a b*&$c!
12:13 PM
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