34 going on 84…

I find it hard writing on a regular basis. Time is so short, and even if I try to optimize and cut corners those strategies starts to look like futile attempts solving something much more inherent. Yesterday was such a day, waking up at 8 (I overslept…mental note to buy a new alarm clock this weekend), walked to the gym, quick 40 min session before heading home.

Shower, coffee and breakfast (cottage cheese with orange and cinnamon). Going through my emails. Lunch appointment with the physiotherapist. She performs a number of tests on me to ascertain the source of my back pain. Test shows I’m over-straining my body (in resting mode) by 250%. Not good. “Do you work a lot?” She queries me. “Define work?” I counter back. “I would say 60 hours a week, but if you want to factor in house hold you’re pushing the 80 mark.” She looks at me with a mixture of empathy and foreboding. “Do you enjoy your work?” “Yes…Yes definitely” I say defiantly, as to put extra weight to every word.

She goes on to once again read my chart along with a questionnaire I’ve filled out, back pain, some numbness in my right side, headaches and insomnia. Hey it could be worse I try to transmit the telepathic way. I’m not sure my thought reaches hers.

She proceeds to feel my spine, then makes a sudden movement with my left hip. After this I walk, feeling somewhat lighter. Next stop is the famous neck crunch. It doesn’t hurt but it makes an awful sound. I cringe.

I feel lighter, but not necessarily a lot better. Instead I continue my schedule, last conference call ending at 10 pm. At midnight I’m a sleep, waking up at 6.30 for a run. I try to walk but my legs are heavy and I’m sporting a limp with my left leg. What the heck did she do? I last for about a km before I give up having tripped numerous times over my limp feet. Now on the bus, foot resting on the seat opposite me. Ah well, it’s probably just some pinched nerve. As long as limp is gone by next week’s salsa lesson.