The Great Lower Lumbar Strain of 2011

It's 2005 all over again except this time, I threw my back out while tending to the kiddoes in the nursery at Church on Sunday. Last time I was done in my a measly sneeze, so I guess you could call this progress. I felt the strain happen immediately, but I was still able to walk and move ok, so I pushed on with my nursery duties while trying to be mindful of my back. It was only after I came home and sat down for a little while when I realized the full extent of my inuries and that full extent being unable to stand or walk. I like to sleep on my stomach with one knee drawn up and I turn over frequently during the night until I fall asleep. Needless to say, I haven't been sleeping as well as I would like and have not been comfortable. Yesterday I sayed in bed all day and Scott was nice enough to stay home and take care of me. He really paid his dues, let me tell you. Because he had to get up with me everytime I had to pee and help me get to and from the bed and help me get on and off the toilet. I thought that I would try to milk it and ask him to help with other bathroom functions that accompany the "tinkle or poo-poo" process, but thought better of it. Afterall, I am an independent person for the most part and do make somebody else do that for me when I am perfectly capable would be plain lazy on my part. I tried to be mindful of his own sleep when the time came and graciously held my bladder functions until the morning.

I sent Scott off to work today after devising a plan that would enable me to stay by myself with minimal movements. I had brought my company issued computer home for some overtime work during the weekend and discovered that I can sit up in a chair ok, so I figured that I might as well work. Scott brought down my seat messager, the heating pad, and an extra rolly-poley chair for me to wheel myself in to and from the potty. I ended up not using that as much and stayed at my desk because one big fat cat decided that he would use the chair as his own personal bed. And also for the record, this one big fat cat also feels it his duty to watch over me when I am sick and never leaves my side.

So here I am, finished working for the day because I can't stay focused any longer and I can't get up, so I patiently wait for my night in shining armor in my chair with the heating pad on, enjoying the seat messager. It's going to be a long week, I think...