I thought about calling this blog “Out
Back” but didn’t want you to think I'd won a trip to
Australia.
Nope, and even if I had won such a trip, I’d be unable to go
because my back went out last week. I
keep waiting up for it to return, but it’s a rebellious thing.
I know what caused it—all the
decorating and undecorating for Christmas, finally catching up with me. And now it’s time to pay those eleven pipers
piping.
So I’ve been icing it with frozen
peas (bags of them, not one pea at a time, thank you) and wearing a Velcro
strap for my Sacroiliac. Sacroiliac, by
the way, is a fun word to say, but not a fun thing to have out of whack.
Nevertheless these are the times
that make us grateful for friends, and I must give thanks to Kathy Ray for
driving me to her wonderful chiropractor, Evan Mountford. And to Renae McDonald for delivering a fresh,
steaming loaf of homemade bread that we slathered with butter and honey and
virtually drank on the spot.
And to Jen Zumba who gave me Lidocaine patches and to Tina
Martin, who delivered them. And to
Suzanne Aedo who attended my 8 a.m. church leadership meeting for me. Belonging to an LDS ward literally means
you have a cluster of sisters who actually care and who jump into action.
Last, I must thank St. Bob for
helping me wrangle myself into pantyhose for church, for helping me stand every
time I sit down, and for making chicken pot pie when I couldn’t move enough to
cook. Okay, he bought frozen ones and
baked them, but still.
He also drove me to my last doctor appointment and when I happily reported that I put my own socks on that
morning, he said, “Until now she’s been wearing mine.” Did I mention that when you have an injured
back, laughing is one of the most painful things you can do?
Do not lift objects that are too
heavy. In fact, the exact weight you
should be lifting is just under a pound. What a coincidence—that’s the weight
of one of my books! Get these
back-saving lifesavers here!
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