I, personally am an idiot.
I went to work yesterday when I should have been resting my back more. It was very painful to walk from my truck to my desk (about two blocks, total), it took me 20 minutes, stopping every 15 ft. It was painful to walk very far at all, even to the bathroom and to lunch.
Ironically, my truck was less than 20 ft from my desk, it's just that we can't go in or out the fire door.
Sitting? OK, mostly, the weight was distributed.
I had to ask a co-worker to go get my truck at the end of the day, as I couldn't bear to think about going the whole distance to it in -8˚F and icy road.
Last night? Pain.
Today? I've called the clinic, they are sending me an note saying not to go back to work until after the 8th, and Trying to fit me into PT.
Fighting my work ethic is one of the hardest things, ever. I feel guilty not going to work, like I'm playing hooky or something.
Problem is, I feel fine until I move around, or lay down, or bend over...
Daniel, will you feel better about your work ethic when you are in a HOSPITAL BED?!
Lay down, and chillax. Your body needs to heal. YOu have a good work ethic, and your co-workers and boss can wear their big girl panties while it does so.
Daniel, lay down. Prop up your knees. Take a decent painkiller. Have something to drink and some mindless entertainment handy.
If you absolutely have to get up, roll over first so you're on all fours, and then stand up. And pick out a route that gives you the most chances to lean on something.
Continue at least through the weekend. Try sitting up for a while on Monday.
I've had my own bad back for long enough to have a few ideas on the subject.
Here is my day:
After several days in bed, still sick me is back watching the still sick baby who infected me.
She is not interested in napping, just crying. She IS interested in playing with things she should not thereby prompting me to take them from her, thereby prompting her to scream.
The kid is crawling around half asleep. I have put on some nick jr show with weird
spiders,
one of whom is sort of english. Soon I'll pick her up and attempt* nappage once again.
Darling neice, I love you. I beg you, go to sleep. Curl up on me, cover me in snot, pull my hair... but sleep. For your sake, for mine, just sleep.
* typo of the year, I originally typed this as "attack"
Fighting my work ethic is one of the hardest things, ever. I feel guilty not going to work, like I'm playing hooky or something.
Your job right now is to heal your back. Try to think of it that way!
While such a person likes talking to other people, they don't reveal much personal stuff about themselves.
That would be me. People know quite a bit about my sister, though. (eta: from both me and her)
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