Doing nothing is rubbish.
Following a chain of unfortunate events, I sit a chair, propped up at a seemingly odd angle. This chair has become a strange sort of safe place over the last few weeks as I try to rest my knotted and bruised self. My range of motion is limited and simple things like lifting a cup of tea from a side table is perilous and has to be planned with military accuracy.
I'd love to say I've done something spectacular to warrant such a debilitating injury, but the truth is nothing entertaining. For a few months my shoulders and neck have been tight, and the frequency of headaches (which I am prone to) have been getting worse, and a light yoga session made me realise that something was not quite right.
Cue a visit from the 'back lady' and all becomes clear. A few months ago I tripped over Woo carrying a large log basket. At the time, I was concerned I'd broken my foot as well as the dog, so no thought was given to what was going on in the top half of my body. In retrospect, going down hard carrying at least 30kg of logs which I DID NOT LET GO OF (have I squashed the dog? Why did my foot just make that noise?!) sent considerable shockwaves through my arms and my shoulders. Chuck in a couple of weeks of sitting at the Cave desk for 12 hours and a sprinkling of chasing newborn calves and you can perhaps see how I've ended up in this state.
As of now, I can rotate my head carefully, but looking up or down at either side makes me flinch. Even in a resting and supported position, my right shoulder feels like I've been impaled. While this is uncomfortable, the discomfort isn't really the issue - it's the sheer inconvenience. I could not sit still if my life depended on it, and enjoy being busy and just 'doing stuff'. Sitting filming and editing videos is torture, purely for the fear of undoing any progress I've made, and anything remotely more exciting than that is off the cards for the time being.
Fingers crossed that with the help of 'back lady' I can return to normal in the near future before I expire from sheer boredom.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to plan how I'm going to drink my tea.