Monday, January 30, 2006

Paying the Piper of Pain 

When I first developed that respiratory illness a couple of weeks ago, the violent coughing caused some lower back issues. Over the days it got better and got worse, until finally this past Friday I gave in and went to the chiropractor. She agreed that things were quite out of whack, and fixed me up fairly well. I could still feel it, but it was better.

Of course instead of just taking it easy and continuing the healing, The Girl and I went off on Saturday night to the Massachusetts Breast Cancer Coalition's annual Lesbians and their Friends Dance. The Girl just LOVES dancing, she was really looking forward to it, and she had been so supportive while I was sick, so I couldn't bring myself to crash her hopes. Plus we had already bought the tickets. So off we went, and danced, and danced. Even though I was feeling a level of pain, The Girl was just beaming with all the dancing, so I sucked it up and boogied on.

Then Sunday The Girl was doing some serious cleaning in anticipation of an overnight guest tonight, so I chipped in and took on the dreaded bathroom cleaning, which of course included leaning over the tub with the Clorox scrubbing wand.

Today I woke up with the limberness of a 95-year-old couch potato. As the day went on it just got worse. To get up from a chair I have to grasp the arms and grit my entire face. Ambulation is at 1/4 impulse speed. I could possibly be at the level of maneuvering thrusters alone. Back to the chiropractor between work and school. She was surprised I had made it through the day. She gave me two ice packs to use in the car, then to put in the student lounge fridge during my first class, to use during the second class, then I'm to ice when I get home.

I danced the dance, and now I'm paying the piper. The world's a painful stage.

Posted by Beth Henderson at 8:16 PM