I’ve been out of commission with some kind of mysterious ailment for the past week or so. Besides generally feeling off, I’ve been having crazy back spasms. That’s where a nerve gets pinched in your low back, sending pain shooting down one side of your body, activating your body’s reflex to tense at pain, which then pinches the nerve again.
I have to limit my motion to avoid these spasms, so I’ve spent more than a week shambling around our house like Frankenstein’s monster hung over. Somehow I’ve managed inflict two incidental injuries during this time.
First I slept wrong on my ankle. How does that make sense? Actually it happened as I was trying to find a sleeping position with elevated feet to relieve the stress on my back. Anyway, my ankle swelled up to the size of an oil drum, even further restricting my movement.
Then, in a desperate late-night staggering to the bathroom for an impending piss, I slammed my arm into the dull end of a nail just below the shoulder. Not sure why there is a nail sticking out of the bathroom door, but that mystery will have to wait for another time. The nail didn’t break the skin but somehow made my entire arm sore. It begs to be left at my side at the moment.
On the bright side it seems that my fever broke last night and this morning my back felt way better. My arm and ankle are still a bit off, but otherwise I think I’m on the home stretch for recovery. Knock on wood.
And for the more sensitive of you, please don’t worry about me. If an illness even threatened to cross the line from absurd inconvenience to alarming and dangerous, I’d go see a real doctor. As it stands I don’t think that will be necessary, but we’ll see what tomorrow brings.
Real updates to follow. Haven’t been walking around so no new pictures or anything of that sort. Cole left us and we have a new volunteer, Sam, coming on Monday. I’ll see if I can wring some blog posts out of him once he gets here. Until then.