Robyn Cain

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.

What else?  I was glad I'd painted the ceiling about six months previously. Otherwise that would have been another frustration.  I recall there were many...but that's another story.

Sciatica...hm...lovely word.  Sounds as if it should belong to a plant, maybe one like this that I saw in a friend's garden last week.

Anyway didn't take long for me to get the spelling right, so I'm very happy. I reckon it had a lot to do with the posting and tweeting.

The history of how it came it about:

I carried some shopping from the car into the house.  A distance of approximately twenty yards. Maybe I over-did it with too much milk?  I am rather partial to my char. 

Suffering in silence bravely (yeah, right) for a month, I finally went to the doctor. She's gorgeous. I mean, she's Asian like me, but younger, taller, smoother skin, sweetest voice, the works (what on earth is she doing as a doctor!), I don't know how but she hurried everything through and about two or so weeks later I had physio to go to.  Another three weeks of doing what I was told (exercises) and the sciatica was barely there.

I am now able to write and converse with my wonderful characters again.  My work in progress, Devil's Crochet should have been done and dusted by now.  It was only waiting to be edited.  I'm loving being able to spend time on the distracting sites (the ones keeping me away from writing), as I used to do.  And all of it sitting down.  In other words, I'm able to put weight onto both 'cheeks'.

I've got one outstanding physio appointment. Managed to pull something in my neck.  The system says you have to start the ball rolling with your GP. Saw the same one again.

Not long now.  

Oh, and from now on, I will park the car closer to the front door.