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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

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
Ouch! Yuck. Curse Lucifer.

At least you don't have to vacuum?
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...
It's pure misery Robyn and i truly sympathise.
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) …
my I recommend chinese massage?

It works for me every time :>)


Hope you feel better soon.
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.
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.
Anonymous said…
shame about the French Horn but forget the rest - get a man to do the chores
dive said…
Hee hee. I agree with Mandy, totally!
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!
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! =(
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.
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?
Ms Mac said…
Ouch! Hope that doesn't last too long! Backache is a b*&$c!

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