Wondering why there hasn’t been much in the way of book reviews, or music reviews or anything here? Here’s why:
Sheesh, what is it with this aging thing? Or maybe it’s just an out-of-shape thing. Whatever the cause, this has been a rough week or so for yours truly and Wife. My back went out (again!) about 10 days ago and I’m still hobbling around and unable to reach below knee level. Of course this is when one realizes that EVERYTHING is suddenly on the floor or on its way there. Pick something up, it slips through the fingers and it’s down there. My shoes, the ones I need to put on right now are, of course, on the floor. Same with the bookmark I dropped, the socks I need to put in the washer that slipped out of the laundry basket. Speaking of which, ever try to get the stuff out of the dryer while your back is out? The little stuff that’s always way in the back? No way.
This morning I set out to run an errand. I dropped the car keys. Outside, in the ivy. Ouch, ouch, ouch!
Meanwhile, Wife has had a sore shoulder for a few weeks, getting worse little by little. Unlike me, she works out several days a week, so the injury has continually been aggravated. Finally today – after much pestering by me – she went to the doctor and sure enough it’s some kind of a pinched nerve and attendant inflammation. A shot of cortisone should fix it, but it will take a week or more, but for the moment she can’t raise that arm above shoulder height while I’m sort of hunched over doing my imitation of Quasimodo’s walk and existing on Motrin and Extra Strength Excedrin.
You might say this is a good thing, but I can’t even sit in my favorite chair, it doesn’t keep me stiffly upright enough. And I can’t read in bed, something I usually enjoy, for the same reason. I’m sick and tired of this and ready for it to end.