It has been almost three weeks since I was hit with a nice case of sciatica. Luckily I am one of those blessed with it in an isolated location- my ass. Over the course of these three weeks I have been confined mostly to limited movement activities. Because of that I have stuck close to home. I have built a pillow fortress on the couch so I can breast feed, sew quilts, and eat all at the same time and without much movement. At the end of the three weeks I had worked up to a ¼-1/2 kilometer walk but was very sore afterwords. Happy to be on the mend, and happier that my man was home for a few hours yesterday, I decided to bend in the shower and shave my legs.
My back went out.
Now I have been known to complain about physical ailments before. I know that when it rains it pours, especially when it comes to body mishaps, but this really has got me down. Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to move around the house with a newborn when you need a wall to hold when you walk? It took me a half an hour to get to a sitting position at the edge of the bed this morning. A screaming child next to me. Then I think how lucky I am that little N isn’t crawling and needing much more stimulation than sitting on my lap looking at shadows. Then I would be screwed. So I sit here, little N curled up beside me sleeping, counting down hours until I can take my nest dose of regular strength Tylenol, and pray that some light enters my back. The good news? Today is my last day of being alone for a whole week! My brother and his partner are coming from Canada and my man will be home in the mornings for 4 days! Bring on the love….
From the couch.
