Back to real life. We're past day 7 of lower back fail that is being very reminescent of about 13 years ago and I can literally trace this latest stint back to a chair in an office.
If any of you have offices with a chair where the seat sinks down enough to feel the chair frame under one's thighs (and I'm not that big a big person, I am tiny fat @200), it's time to replace a chair. I have lived with years of recovery after ejection from a car, and one chair instantly set me back years of physical therapy.
On general principle, if you happen to be someone who complains about other people getting 'free' health care, don't contribute to the problem with your ignorance or negligence or cheapness, ok?
Ironic story. My neighbor in her 80s accidentally locked herself out of her house and walked in her socks up a hill to my house through the cold wet grass yesterday, having rained all night before. I got her my fuzzy slippers to change into and drove her back home, got her inside, but the entire time I was the one struggling to walk and drive. Because of a chair in an office. Even more ironically, she was terrified I'd give her coronavirus the entire time. She got some really nice slippers out of that.
Anyway, woke up at 3:30 barely able to stand today, so this weekend looks like fun.
Always amazes me the little things that stop me in my tracks after I start back up on a project. Everything I do is grueling again.
And it's raining again. I may try going back to bed.
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