Unfortunately, as it quite usual with me, being the independent type of man that I am, I did not heed my own advice.
The result is lower back pain. Actually the pain is so bad that I have resorted to taking painkillers. Namely Ibuprofen.Because I don't take tablets as a rule, their effect on me is quite fast when I do. That's why I forgot about my bad back when I had to push my heavy, and malfunctioning, garden tractor down the drive and onto a trailer.
As the painkiller wore off, I felt the results of this act of stupidity when the pain returned with a vengeance.
My answer was to take a double dose of the Ibuprofen. They are very good, and the pain went very quickly. Which is why I forgot about my bad back when I made the decision that I could no longer bear the sight of all the giant weeds, thistles,, nettles and docks which have taken advantage of the mowers recent breakdown and subsequent lack of action.
My solution to this problem was to take the strimmer to the paddock and spend a couple of hours at war against the invaders. Of course as the painkillers wore off I began to regret this impulsive display of horticultural frenzy and my poor back regretted it even more.
Luckily I still had some Ibuprofen left and three tablets later my back pain had subsided sufficiently enough for me to be caught off guard when my dear friend Elizabeth phoned and asked if I could come over, and lift and move some paving slabs for her. Of course I was only too pleased to help. Elizabeth always provides a very nice lunch, and, in line with my simple and frugal lifestyle, I hate to miss out on a free meal. Well to be honest I never know when I might eat again.
Oh! Perhaps I ought to mention that my large tummy is as a result of my genes, and nothing whatsoever to do with over eating. That is the truth!
The pills were rapidly wearing off when I had finished at Elizabeths and my back reminded me of it's fragile condition. Causing me to let out a groan of pain as I slowly and carefully climbed into my truck.
Elizabeth who was about to wave me goodbye was concerned, "oh you poor dear," she said. "Would you like me to give you a back rub?"
"Oh yes please. Shall I go and lie on your bed?" I answered hopefully, as I jumped, gazelle like, from the truck.
No such luck. She had me lean against the kitchen counter while she massaged some foul smelling unguent into the small of my back. The result is that I not only have a bad back but I smell like a horse.
I don't have the option of more pills. I daren't take four. That would be silly, and one pill would be just a waste of time now. So I suppose I shall just have to suffer until my back rights its self. Which hopefully will be soon. Just as long as I remember not to take any more pain killers.
Ibuprofen are marvellous though. Is Ibuprofen a brand name? Do you think they might pay me, if I say it often enough?
The morale of all this is: if you make a rocking chair. Just sit in it!
ibuprofen is great stuff- as long as the lineament doesn't make you attractive to all the horses in the neighborhood
ReplyDeleteOh you poor man .....you silly man.....Take better care of yourself. You must take it easy, you cant let these meds fool you into thinking your fine.
ReplyDeleteIt's the pavers that got to me...the rest seemed fairly easy. Bending to pick up pavers is a definate no-no. Even with the promise of a meal and a massage. Sucker!! Haha!
I sometimes wish I could take pills whenever I hurt my back, but pills never have much effect on me for some reason. I end up struggling through the pain. Hopefully yours won't last much longer. then you can get back to moving that rocking chair.
ReplyDeleteI tend to live on Ibuprofen even though it seems to do very little to help with the back pain. Hope your back feels better soon.
ReplyDeleteLike Ann, Ibuprofen is my friend. Two before bed every night no matter if I feel sore or not. If I forget, I regret it sometime during the night. That is a really nice looking chair. If it wasn't so heavy I'd probably come steal it from you. But then I would hurt MY back and have to borrow some Ibuprofen. Take care my friend.
ReplyDeleteI tend avoid Ibuprofen and suffer.... My elderly Mom (84) has damaged her kidneys taking this drug.:(
ReplyDeleteDang it....we have to get use to our limits!:)
Next thing you will be telling us is how you decided to plow up the potato field without the use of either tractor or some strong farm animal. A throw pillow at the small of your back on the rocking chair is helpful. That is what President Kennedy did.
ReplyDeleteI am replying to this with a peg on my nose, which fortunately you can't see. I like Ibuprofin even though doctor tells me it raises the blood pressure. So keep calm whatever else you do.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful simple tale... and a GREAT chair!
ReplyDeleteThe tale indicates to me that you need a keeper! Cannot imagine why you persisted in testing your back. Do I sound like a nag...yes, I think I am when it comes to health. Throw away all those Ibu...they're nasty stuff and raises havoc with your stomach!
ReplyDeleteGood advice to just stay and relax in your chair. Celebrate the rest of the week-end by letting someone pamper you!
That very last sentence sounds like good advice! This makes another great read but I sure hope your back feels better soon. Thanks for stopping by. To answer your question, the blue 'plant' second from the bottom is as you might have guessed a wrought iron lamp that I found in the garden I visited.
ReplyDeleteQuite a tale of pain, relieves, pain, relievers, pain . . . maybe a hammer to the head to knock yourself out would be helpful in making you feel enough pain not to seek out more? Cute story, John.
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