Thursday 18 June 2015

Sciatica Your Honour...


Hand on heart my failure to blog, in part, has been due to sciatica.  I may have had it before, but clearly it must have been so horrendous, (wonderful word), that I erased it from my memory.  We all know about backache.  It's my very special friend (going to refer to it here as Jack) but it's a bugger (forgive my French).  I've known Jack for years.  I can even sense when Jack is nearby and contemplating not just visiting, but staying for a period.

Jack and I first met when I worked in Sheffield.  I hadn't quite liked the layout of my office.  After waiting (can't remember how many days went past) for male colleagues to help move a couple of items, I grew impatient and decided what the heck, blow health and safety.  Actually, I'm not sure it had as big an image in those days hence I've not headed it with capital letters.  Certainly don't remember the solicitors persistent advertisements that we're inundated with currently.

So I rearranged the office and was ecstatic.  Definitely easily pleased.

Not long after...
Doctor's orders...
The floor.

Spending time on ones back is not funny.  Especially when alone all day with no-one to bring sustenance.  Watching television wasn't possible, and this was prior to eReaders, (not that long ago thank you).  Some books don't look heavy at all.  But there is only so long that a paperback can be held in that position without getting some version of RSI.