It was a moment of sheer stupidity, I came downstairs yesterday carrying not one, but two glasses. Our stairs are not carpeted and I’m always very careful making my way down, especially as there is a nasty turn at the bottom where the stair narrows.
Obviously I wasn’t careful enough…just a few steps short of arriving safely in the hallway I slipped. One glass went flying, I held onto the other, and landed with a crash on to the base of my spine. My left leg calf muscle twisted and I just sat there screaming in pain.
Chris was a total sweetie, he cleared all the glass up, then once everywhere was clear, helped me to my feet, well foot, I couldn’t put my left leg down. Now I’m a stubborn old sod and I wasn’t about to spend the day limping around, so very gingerly I worked my leg until it eased up a bit.
But my back is another matter. It was already damaged from a horse riding accident when I was a kid, now I am in excrutiating pain, I can’t sit down and relax, so I have to perch. And when I stand up again, the pain shoots up my spine.
And I don’t care if this is nothing more than moaning, I have a right to moan, in fact I have a right to scream…so block your ears…AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!
That’s better 
SilverTiger said:
I sympathize, having recently spend two weeks walking with a stick after “doing my back in”, though exactly what I did to cause it remains a mystery.
I also found that painkillers did little to ease the pain. (I bet that’s helped cheer you up, eh?)
Falling off horses never was a hobby of mine. My case is the classic “tried it once and didn’t like it”. The ground can be awfully hard especially when encountered at the speed of a galloping horse. Oh, all right, at the speed of a small trotting pony, but the principle is the same.
This puts me in mind of an incident from my youth. (Doesn’t everything?) I was going down the stairs, firmly gripping a prized possession. I told myself that “nothing in the world can make me drop this”. The very next instant I stumbled and the object went flying. I have always remembered this incident and it has tempered some of my more reckless impulses. We are not so much the masters of our fate as we would so fondly believe.
July 29, 2008
Shana said:
I do wonder why it is that painkillers never travel as far as your tush!! I have since made myself a coccyx cushion out of an old pair of tights and two pillows, having seen the price of them online, you really don’t want to see any pictures!
July 29, 2008
John said:
Ouch ! They say that the coccyx is all that remains of our ‘monkey’s tail’. All I know is that it can be a real ‘pain in the arse’(another Ouch !).
Let’s hope that you will soon be on the mend.
July 29, 2008
Shana said:
Thanks, I hope it gets better soon, I’m desperate to sit comfortably again…and I can’t seem to wag my tail in the same way either
July 29, 2008