Whenever I'm sick or hurt in some way it seems like all I can think about are the things I think I should be doing but I can't because of my illness/injury. For example, a few weeks ago I was sick—coughing and sniffley etc—and all I could think about was how I should go for a run. Keep in mind that I am not a regular runner and upon regaining health I have not since thought about slipping on some running shoes (do I even have any?) and going for a jog.
Yesterday I weeded the backyard for 3 hours while listening to the morning session of General Conference. As you regular readers would guess, even after 3 hours the yard was far from weed-less. I, however, was exhausted. Having inherited a weak lower-back from the Dad, the day after and even the hours following a weeding session can be incredibly painful. I did my best to pull with my legs instead of my back and I iced then applied heat to it directly afterward, even took some Advil, but all was for naught: I woke up this morning and had to make many pained noises as I tried to hoist myself up to a sitting position.
So, as per usual, all I can think about are tasks that involve bending and lifting. "I should clean the studio!" I've been thinking on a regular basis, or "I should clean out the third dresser in the bedroom and move it back to the basement!" Only tasks that would strain my already tender back and leg muscles seem to be on the radar today, folks.
But don't worry: it's only a matter of time before my body heals and I forget all about those things I should be doing but probably won't get around to for a very, very long time.
Yesterday I weeded the backyard for 3 hours while listening to the morning session of General Conference. As you regular readers would guess, even after 3 hours the yard was far from weed-less. I, however, was exhausted. Having inherited a weak lower-back from the Dad, the day after and even the hours following a weeding session can be incredibly painful. I did my best to pull with my legs instead of my back and I iced then applied heat to it directly afterward, even took some Advil, but all was for naught: I woke up this morning and had to make many pained noises as I tried to hoist myself up to a sitting position.
So, as per usual, all I can think about are tasks that involve bending and lifting. "I should clean the studio!" I've been thinking on a regular basis, or "I should clean out the third dresser in the bedroom and move it back to the basement!" Only tasks that would strain my already tender back and leg muscles seem to be on the radar today, folks.
But don't worry: it's only a matter of time before my body heals and I forget all about those things I should be doing but probably won't get around to for a very, very long time.
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