Spend Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday laid out on my back with excruciating back pain and muscle spasms. I was so seriously incapacitated that I was unable to pick up socks from the floor because if I was foolish enough to lean over involuntary screams could make my neighbor think I was being murdered by some intruder. I’ve taken to sleeping in our guest room because I groan and gasp so loudly every time I move it wakes my poor husband who has to get up early in the morning.
You know that Frankie has to be responsible for my latest injuries, right? He is now so remarkable large and heavy that simple tortoise maintenance like washing his shell or throwing out hay for him is bound to be a dangerous task, right? Well, this time Frankie is not the direct or indirect cause of my back injury.
I hurt my back raking leaves off the drive way and washing my car. Welcome, Leann, to your mid-fifties.
Remember back when you could pick up Frankie? Remember when you used to pick 50 pound bales of hay off the ground and throw them in the back of a pick-up truck? Remember when you could crawl over a chain link fence or climb your way over an eight foot picket fence? Yeah, I remember those days. I’m missing those days.
These days, especially the last few days, strength and mobility are not part of my life.
Yesterday I was laid out on the living room recliner, heating pad under my lower back, a pain killer finely kicking in, and I wasn’t going anywhere for nothing because it could cause my back to spasm again. I’m sitting there trying not to move, breathing shallow when suddenly I notice out of the corner of my eye the lawn chair walking by the back door.
The chair walked the entire length of door and came to an abrupt stop as it collided with Frankie’s outdoor shed. I couldn’t have turned my head to see the fate of chair or shed even if I thought I should. To my relief the chair did a very slow bumpy like turn and headed the other way. Just as the chair exited my view it suddenly reappeared as it tipped over and fell on its side.
The chair laid on it’s side for a while with no more animation. That was good. Then the blue folding ladder that was set up against the fence about ten feet from the back door started to move to a new location. The ladder did fairly well moving for about fifteen second when it started to wobble. The front section lifted and the heavier top section stole away the forward momentum causing the whole ladder to topple over on the grass.
Still, I couldn’t do much but watch from my peripheral view the moving objects in the yard and hope no real harm was coming …read more
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