I had two visitors today. The first was J because I asked her to bring me over a lighter because every single one in the house died last night but I woke up with a stuffed back (lower). Goodness knows what antics I must have done in my sleep to deserve that but it was epic pain trying to move. I was up quite early and poor Milo once again thought I was playing because here I was shuffling like a stiff old man and she thought it was an invitation to do her foot play. I wanted to cry instead. Sitting was even worse and I only had to move less than a cm before I was calling out in pain. Being frozen into a position that gives no room for movement has happened to me before over the years. The very first time it happened 2 weeks after a trampoline twisting injury at Burwood Teacher's College. It also happened when I was pregnant with Breville at Hogg St, Toowoomba. The house we were going to buy but got knocked back on the loan at the last minute (aka max stress time) It has happened since then I think but not very often I am glad to say. It gets stuck like that more often in my neck but I have had so much pain for the last, say, four days? ....(darn I can't remember anything).....and this acute pain back pain on top of it was just too cruel. Once again I got out the wheelie walker. Luckily the Targin worked a bit within 2 hours so once again the suffering after opening my eyes to the world of reality without pain relief is really starting to get me down and I can't wait to get back to the pain specialist in March...because 2 hours is a long time to put up with peak pain. But that wasn't enough Targin so I was still yelling every time it caught me off guard - even lifting my arms did it. It feels like something is making contact as in bone on bone and it is an instant acute but short-lived pain if you obey and stay rigid, not moving. So rigid I was for a lot of the day. It feels like my lower back got chilled last night which means it probably got all the way down to 23 C (which is not exactly cold is it!) for a brief time after dawn and I make a habit of covering up my waist, hip, lower back areas with at least a sheet lest the fan going all night leaves me stiff and sore.
The ceiling fan has been going since last year in my bedroom because I perspire too much without it and that is even worse since I have been having these stupid 37.2 degree mini fevers up from my basal of 36.5. But I can always feel when I have the "fever". The entire year so far! Easing off a bit in between and when I take a prednisolone.
Anyway J brought me over a lighter before it got too hot for her and we had a cuppa and chat in between my yelps of pain. By then I had added anti-inflammatories and paracetamol to the Targin and if I can move even a centimetre that movement very slowly helps me limber up so I would bend down very slowly and gingerly to get a stretch every so often. I was feeling much improved by the time all the pills had kicked in but waling still hurts and I feel 80 when I try. Anyway, this too shall pass but I wish I had some cream for my coffee. I have been stuck here nearly all year so that when I go to the ATM or to get smokes for 5 minutes I end up taking photos of what it's like out there on my way home again to give me the impression that I am getting out and about...or something, I don't know why I do it but I actually love looking at them all again so that's a good thing I guess.
Last night after being stuck here all day I drove down to Happy Valley on dusk because it was much cooler in the strong breeze. I walked around the carpark and that was it, taking photos of course! I did not bring Milo.
|Solar light info station|
I'm going. I'll add some more of my photos later so y'all come back now.