I haven’t been posting much lately because I’ve succumbed to a variety of ailments more or less simultaneously, and now I’m going to subject you to all the gory details.
It all started with a wicked headache that spanned several days last week. I went to work for the first two days, and kept myself just barely functioning with Anacins. I also saw a massage therapist who seemed to be conquering the headache, but it ambushed me again as soon as I stood up.
By the third day I realized that my continued presence at the office probably wasn’t doing anybody any good, since I hadn’t gotten much accomplished beyond getting there each day and making my colleagues feel sorry for me. So I stayed home on Friday and got the period from hell.
I also got a backache that day. It wasn’t all that bad, but it was one of those ominous backaches that says “One wrong move, and I’ll have you on your knees for a week.”
By this time I was taking Anacin, Anaprox, Midol and Robaxicet. This would no doubt explain the queasiness that led me to suspect I was also coming down with the stomach flu.
Saturday, the headache mercifully vanished and GC and I celebrated Valentines Day with a fondue and cupcakes. On Sunday, we went for a little walk at the Experimental Farm, because I thought it might help my back. Unfortunately I slipped on a bit of ice and the corrective action I took to prevent myself from falling wrenched my back and kicked my backache up to a whole new level. By the end of the day it felt like a combination of sciatica, iliotibial band syndrome, restless leg syndrome and a pinched nerve, with perhaps a touch of hypochondria thrown in for good measure too.
So now I’m hobbling about, bent over at the waist, with varying degrees of pain and discomfort in my back, hips, butt and thighs, while an irritating little voice keeps telling me it’s all in my head. Which it’s NOT.