I had to teach today, and I knew I couldn't make it without some sort of support. The only back-supporting/immobilizing thing I own is a black satin Edwardian underbust corset. It comes down pretty far in the back, and is steel-boned, so I figured it would at least allow me to walk around and teach without howling in front of children. So into the corset I laced myself, and I hobbled off to work. Lemme tell ya, jeans and a tee shirt are not the ideal outfit for a corset. I was able to walk, though, so it worked out.
|The sports bra and purple tank really add something to the look.|
What didn't work out was sitting in my office chair. I've got a bit of the allergy-triggered asthma, and squeezing the bottom of my lungs in a corset while seated made it very difficult to breathe. I had to tap out, go home, and unlace myself. It was at this point that I noticed how I was standing to avoid pain.
|Looks like scoliosis, doesn't it? I don't have scoliosis.|
As I read my email on my phone in bed, I noticed that my back was growing increasingly unhappy. I also realized that Trixie was encroaching upon my space. Zip was at the foot of the bed on the left, leaving me a strange S-shaped sliver of bed. To make matters worse, my mattress seems to be developing a dent in the dead center of the bed, so all of us are rolling into it.
Son of a bitch, did my animals wreck my back?
The guest room has a twin bed that is not mushy in the slightest. I think I might try to sleep there tonight, to see if not sleeping in a hole with a brick smashed up against my hip will help matters. Not sure how I'm going to prevent her from getting in the bed with me, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
I still have to walk her. What fun.