Thursday, January 22, 2015

Pets and back problems

Yesterday, while I was giving the rabbit her eyedrops, I managed to screw up my lower back.  Not sure how, really, but when I stood up I yelped.  I've managed to tweak something in the pelvis part of my spine, and I'm hobbling around like a little old lady.  I can't really bend over.  It'd be funny if it didn't hurt- that's a dumb way to hurt yourself.  But here I am, floor littered with objects that I cannot pick up without screeching in pain.

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.
I decided to lie down for a while, since being upright was not working out for me.  The dog and the cat joined me immediately, as they do when I am in bed.  My dog is 55 pounds of curly black brick.  She always sleeps on my right, and once she's out, she's not moving.  As of late, she has been sleeping right up against my hip.

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.