With a sudden attack of sciatica stopping me from doing much except trying to get comfortable I have struggled to write anything. Most of the week has been spent whingeing and complaining, applying heat , doing some painful stretches and finally resorting to a few pain pills. I really hate pills so that is always the last resort. I know it will ease off like it always does, but it has made me cranky and tired. Instead of writing which is a more painful position to remain in while seated at my desk, I’ve taken to my pile of books and magazines and found comfort in reading while languishing on my Obus 92. Too much information? To keep myself somewhat active I have cleaned out several purses, sorted out dry cleaning, watched some television, called some repair guys about some winterizing issues, did some minor editing on some writing and for big excitement went to the local coffee shop for a brief outing to hang out with the locals. Today I spent the entire day being taken care of by my sister even if I didn’t really need it. It’s been a two pill day so that is okay, I guess. I must be feeling better as I just did some more short story editing and have started this blog tonight. The really interesting thing about feeling rather useless all week is that it makes me more aware of what I should be doing and appreciative of poetic things. It makes me long for my youth and” once commended beauty”.
(Yes, I’ve been reading Shakespeare!)