Back Woes

 

At 3 a.m., after climbing out of bed to slather CBD cream on my right side, while I waited for it to (hopefully) do something, I had time to ponder. Wouldn’t it be nice if our bodies provided some kind of early warning system before misery hits?

          Yesterday morning I went to my usual Monday morning Boomer Boot Camp at the YMCA (not terribly strenuous, although my knees have decided they are done with the 15 stand-up-sit-down-using-no-hands portion), then once home, vacuumed then mopped, followed by leaning over to sponge my mildewing back deck with bleach. I was a little stiff but no alarm bells.

          But last night a change in position in bed announced that things were not good.

          So, no pickleball for me today and I felt badly cancelling on my friend for our game at the nearby elementary school. It’s not as though I ever do much running in the course of the game anyway, which at my age is not only uncomfortable but something no one wants to see. Actually, the recommended game strategy is to plant yourself right in front of the net and swat everything you can before it gets past you, which suits me just fine. However, the part that requires constantly leaning over to retrieve errant balls is not what my back needs right now.

          It looks like today will be a quiet day, finishing the book club book that I thought I’d hate but now can’t put down. And there’s my next Cate MacLeod book, started, but through complete laziness, in a holding pattern for way too long.

          Tonight will be more fun and games with the new TV, continuing to work our way through the labyrinth of passwords as we try to connect it to our streaming subscriptions. We did succeed last night in getting back our Prime video (Yay!), so I won’t get twitchy by being denied my Masterpiece Theatre and BBC.