DancingClown
Posts: 3575
Joined: 8/1/2006 From: The Lot
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Royally fucked my back yesterday. Oldest was in school but I was giving the two younger little 'uns a bath, and I was fishing Billy out (nine months) and laying him down on a towel when God stuck a pitch-fork into my lower back. Hurt like a bastard and my middle son (he's two and a bit) has now picked up some intriguing new words. Horrible. I was so scared I was going to drop the baby as I hobbled into the living room, freaking out due to pain and the fact that Teddy was still in the bath. Finally managed to lower myself onto the floor but the baby kept crawling away as I was trying to dress him, and reaching to try and catch him was excruciating. Luckily Teddy managed to climb out of the bath himself - first time he's done that - but it took me half an hour to get them dried and dressed. Getting back on my feet was agony but I had to fix lunch, shuffling around the kitchen like Frankenstein's monster, nearly in tears and panicking about how I was going to feed Billy when I couldn't bend to pick him up or hold him. And how the hell was I going to pick George up from school? Only three minutes away but I couldn't lift the boys to get them in the buggy, I couldn't lift or unfold the buggy itself, and I couldn't push the damn thing anyway. Eventually I swallowed my pride and had to ring my wife's school to get a message to her to help. Luckily she was able to flee work and take the rest of the day while she helped me into bed where I flailed miserably like a large, disgruntled fish. She's had to take today off as well - unpaid 'parental leave' unfortunately - and I'm still stuck in bed which is not quite the luxury it sounds and the guilt is just as painful as my back. This has happened at various times since DC junior number one, endless bending and fetching and picking up and lifting and you just tend to forget about how you could be damaging your back - until the time it decides to tell you. I know there are people here whose back problems are more chronic and frequent than mine, but it can be really frustrating and somewhat terrifying, particularly if you're in the middle of something rather important...like balancing a wriggling, and hefty, baby boy in your arms. We really don't need this shit right now. I'm just glad we're approaching the end of what has turned out to be one seriously shitty shit-stain of a year.
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