My shoulders are effed. I am presently waiting for the results of the latest test. I take responsibility for not seeking medical help earlier....but I blame my parents who were young when they were 'creating' me. They clearly didn't know the difference between elbows and shoulders and gave me the wrong joints. So after 40 years, my sh-elbows are used up. On a plus, I have yet another reason I look like I haven't brushed my hair ('cuz I haven't ...).
I struggle with 'rest'. I LOVE the idea of doing nothing, until I am doing nothing. It is then that I see all that needs to be done. Sure I should give my shoulders a break...I haven't been throwing around weights or brushing my hair for months now.... But it is spring...and yard work is calling me...no YELLING at me to do it. Sooooo, I have wrestled with weeds and bushes. Raked leaves I missed in the fall....And moved rocks.
Yes...moved rocks. I'm an idiot. I know my shoulders can't take it, so I compensated and used my back. As it turns out, I did so: incorrectly. It would appear my parents didn't think I would need an extended warranty on my back either.
I dropped to my knees for the better part of 7 minutes (I watched the minutes tick by on my new Fitbit ...this is not product placement...just irony at its finest). At 1st I hoped my hubby wouldn't see me (he gets all bent out of shape, when I have bent my shape..)...and then after several minutes I wondered if anybody would find my body. I eventually got up...and took a much needed rest....HAHAHAHAH NOT! Like the true idiot that I am, I continued to shovel and move wheelbarrows. *warning DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. This stunt was performed by a professional idiot.*
It wasn't until I tried to 'jump' out of bed at 2 in the morning to attend to windows that were open in the thunderstorm, that I realized I may have ruined my back.
I have been grounded. I'm sitting on the couch (not comfortably) with a coffee and my iPad (no phone...it jumped out of my pocket last week, hit the floor and died...not unlike its owner...no warranty). I am forced to do nothing.
This may be a week of blogs. Consider yourself warned.
Check your warranties.
Stay happy & healthy
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I share your pain Sara. Not a fan of resting either and general never listen to my body. Why would I? Aren't we all indestrucable?. I usually find it's not the ability to do what you used to be able to do, but for me, it's the ability to recover from what you have done that kills me. It seems no amount of stretching, rolling out, glutamine or tylenol can save you from the pain cheque that is in mail. Your blog always makes me smile, keep it up.
ReplyDeletePain cheque! Love it. Mine is express post. ;)
ReplyDeleteThx for the comment Bryan!
So sorry, Jo. As you said, we were young. And you were shiny and new and perfect. Who thought about warranties? When will you get the test results?
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