It’s been a painful week, taken all in all. The Cough is still plaguing the bejeebus out of me and making me wake up at least three times a night. Which is not good for the sleep at all. But somehow, between the coughing and the cold, I’ve managed to do something nasty to my back. P says I have a bruise at the base of my spine. I can’t remember bashing myself against anything, though I wouldn’t rule that out. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d hurt myself and couldn’t remember how or when. (And no, nothing medicinal or alkymoholic is involved.)
I think that it’s a combination of the cough and having to sit for long periods of time on an uncomfortable chair, studying. Since wednesday last week I’ve been in a heck of a lot of pain and walking around like an ancient and decrepit old person. (Quit it!) When P said he would come home on thursday night instead of friday, I don’t mind admitting that I had a bit of a weep for relief. I’d just about managed to sort out the hens and I’d even put the bin out; though both activities were a bit of a struggle. P has been wonderful all round, doing the shopping, putting deep heat on my back and generally taking good care of me. And he’s arranged to take tomorrow off work just to make sure that I’m the way to getting better.
Because I do think that I am. I seem to have a little more mobility and the pain has died down to a dull roar, as the saying goes. Funny thing though, I think I’ve grown in height. I was standing at the bathroom sink this evening, and it occur ed to me that I was taller. You know how you’re taller first thing in the morning and then shrink down a little as the day goes on? Well it’s just like that, but without the shrinking. Odd. Anyway, I hope the stupid back hurries up and gets better because P and I were going to go to Shrewsbury on saturday and meet up with L. Fingers crossed!