Anybody who knows me knows I am a very active, high energy person. I am fairly petite, and fit. I move constantly, and rarely sit still.
I hurt my back Wednesday, and have a bulging disc. I'm on strict orders to "be a princess" (my doctor's words) and do NO lifting, bending at the waist, or sit for long periods of time. I HATE narcotics as I think you still hurt but are too stupid to distract yourself, so I won't take them. I'm having a few beers, walking around the house, and in general just being a PITA.
The pain is almost tolerable, but the numbness and tingling in my leg and butt is quite bothersome and it's making me crabby. I want to DO something but I can barely walk. Today, Bob did the work and we kegged 10 gallons, racked 5 gallons of beer, and racked 6 gallons of wine. My brewday for today was cancelled, and I don't know when I'll brew again. I'm probably not going to be able to work next week as planned.
The worst part? This probably occurred because of my constant lifting of my grandson on Wednesday, and lifting him in and out of his carseat and then lifting him the rest of the day. I lift him up and hold him constantly. I was told today that I can't pick him up until I've healed,and even then not like I do now, and that breaks my heart. I pick him up and we look at the Christmas tree, and I pick him up and he sits on the island while I load the dishwasher. It's constant- I pick him up and carry him around all over. I talk to him constantly about what we're looking at, from my art on the walls to things out the window.
I DO pick him up way too much, but we treasure each other and I call Wednesdays "Quinnday" because it's the best day of the week.
I can still have him on Wednesdays, since Bob is here to do all the lifting but it's just killing me. I know other people have it far worse, and that I can still make a nice Christmas dinner tomorrow with Bob's help but I'm feeling pretty pathetic right now.
I hurt my back Wednesday, and have a bulging disc. I'm on strict orders to "be a princess" (my doctor's words) and do NO lifting, bending at the waist, or sit for long periods of time. I HATE narcotics as I think you still hurt but are too stupid to distract yourself, so I won't take them. I'm having a few beers, walking around the house, and in general just being a PITA.
The pain is almost tolerable, but the numbness and tingling in my leg and butt is quite bothersome and it's making me crabby. I want to DO something but I can barely walk. Today, Bob did the work and we kegged 10 gallons, racked 5 gallons of beer, and racked 6 gallons of wine. My brewday for today was cancelled, and I don't know when I'll brew again. I'm probably not going to be able to work next week as planned.
The worst part? This probably occurred because of my constant lifting of my grandson on Wednesday, and lifting him in and out of his carseat and then lifting him the rest of the day. I lift him up and hold him constantly. I was told today that I can't pick him up until I've healed,and even then not like I do now, and that breaks my heart. I pick him up and we look at the Christmas tree, and I pick him up and he sits on the island while I load the dishwasher. It's constant- I pick him up and carry him around all over. I talk to him constantly about what we're looking at, from my art on the walls to things out the window.
I DO pick him up way too much, but we treasure each other and I call Wednesdays "Quinnday" because it's the best day of the week.
I can still have him on Wednesdays, since Bob is here to do all the lifting but it's just killing me. I know other people have it far worse, and that I can still make a nice Christmas dinner tomorrow with Bob's help but I'm feeling pretty pathetic right now.