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I wrote 3500+ words today. I am slightly disbelieving of myself. It started with sitting down for 2 hours of forced mandatory staring at the page, rather than my normal one hour. I was actually somewhat relaxed about it -- I would allow myself to get up and make a cup of tea, I'd take a 5 minute break to move in an online scrabble game. I went for a short walk to the bank. I got some dinner. But I kept coming back to the computer and kept writing and kept writing, and I just sort of made myself stop, so that I'd have something to write tomorrow. I opened up some wine and I think I'm going to read now, which its strange that's what I want to do, but even though I've been writing for hours on end, I haven't actually looked at most of what I've written. Its just better that way, for a lot of reasons.
My back has been sore for about 5 days now, I think I pulled (or strained or whatever the technical term) a muscle on the right side of my lower back, and my primary way of treating it has been naproxen/tiger balm in the morning, as well as the DYA Method of Injury/Illness Treatment, which is to act like nothing is wrong and continue on with my life, doing as I normally do. [This can be used for everything from a broken foot to the flu.] On one hand, I got lots of things done this week. On the other, my back still hurts. Today I decided I should stay in and not do anything strenuous, well, with the exception of maybe one bit of somewhat strenuous activity in the mid-morning, but c'mon, a person has needs. But no bike rides, no carrying heavy bags on my shoulder, no hour-long walks, not carrying 12 bottles of beer up 3 flights of stairs. All things which in the moment didn't feel bad at all, felt perfectly fine and reasonably, but then again, see above regarding the taking of drugs. Its also a weird injury because cold feels really really good in reducing the pain, but hot feels really good in making more loose and mobile. So I keep alternating, but maybe I should be sticking to one. Today was all heat, and so I can move around just fine, but I'm aware of the pain at all times. Maybe I need to just drink this wine faster.
The cat doesn't like my back injury. When we are at the computer, she likes to wedge herself between our ass and the back of the chair. But since I'm sitting all the way back, she keeps sitting on the floor and pawing at my leg. And by 'pawing', I mean with claws out. Every ten minutes, she's like, move, fcker, you're in my space. At writing group yesterday, I was moaning about my back pain dilemma, and Ed had this smirk on his face then he said, 'it's only going to get worse. Welcome to getting old!' Ack. I'm fine with silver hair and wrinkles and needing to eat more fiber and forgetting things more often. But don't make it so it hurts the moment I wake up in the morning, and hurts more as I attempt to get out of bed. I think I need to get a hot water bottle. I'll buy a pipe and a ribbed cardigan sweater and a package of werther's originals while I'm out, too.
My back has been sore for about 5 days now, I think I pulled (or strained or whatever the technical term) a muscle on the right side of my lower back, and my primary way of treating it has been naproxen/tiger balm in the morning, as well as the DYA Method of Injury/Illness Treatment, which is to act like nothing is wrong and continue on with my life, doing as I normally do. [This can be used for everything from a broken foot to the flu.] On one hand, I got lots of things done this week. On the other, my back still hurts. Today I decided I should stay in and not do anything strenuous, well, with the exception of maybe one bit of somewhat strenuous activity in the mid-morning, but c'mon, a person has needs. But no bike rides, no carrying heavy bags on my shoulder, no hour-long walks, not carrying 12 bottles of beer up 3 flights of stairs. All things which in the moment didn't feel bad at all, felt perfectly fine and reasonably, but then again, see above regarding the taking of drugs. Its also a weird injury because cold feels really really good in reducing the pain, but hot feels really good in making more loose and mobile. So I keep alternating, but maybe I should be sticking to one. Today was all heat, and so I can move around just fine, but I'm aware of the pain at all times. Maybe I need to just drink this wine faster.
The cat doesn't like my back injury. When we are at the computer, she likes to wedge herself between our ass and the back of the chair. But since I'm sitting all the way back, she keeps sitting on the floor and pawing at my leg. And by 'pawing', I mean with claws out. Every ten minutes, she's like, move, fcker, you're in my space. At writing group yesterday, I was moaning about my back pain dilemma, and Ed had this smirk on his face then he said, 'it's only going to get worse. Welcome to getting old!' Ack. I'm fine with silver hair and wrinkles and needing to eat more fiber and forgetting things more often. But don't make it so it hurts the moment I wake up in the morning, and hurts more as I attempt to get out of bed. I think I need to get a hot water bottle. I'll buy a pipe and a ribbed cardigan sweater and a package of werther's originals while I'm out, too.
