My ruptured disc flared up again this week, causing me to miss nearly a week of work and putting my body through excruciating pain. Suddenly immobile, I found myself unable to do things that I never even thought about as “luxuries” until now:
2. Brushing your teeth. More precisely, brushing your teeth without spitting foamy toothpaste all over the sink because you can’t bend over to spit with more precision.
3. Showering. If I didn’t have Sous Chef to help me, I’d be riper than a black banana by now. Very humbling when you need help cleaning yourself.
4. Sitting. Oh, how my rear end longs to be caressed by a soft couch cushion or trendily patterned arm chair. My butt is lonely.
5. Dancing. My back decided to spasm uncontrollably at nearly the exact same time that I discovered this song. It’s torture not being able to boogie. At least I can still clap along though.
6. Eating. Eating or drinking while laying on your back is basically a constant struggle to not choke on whatever it is you are eating or drinking. Drink out of a straw while lying down and just try not to spill it all over yourself.
I’m doing better. I’m able to walk around a bit, though my core stability is terrible; moving around feels like I’m balancing a stack of plates on a toothpick. I have faith that the toothpick will eventually develop into a tree trunk, but it’s going to take a very long time to do that.
Until then, I’ll just have to clap along.