It makes me very grumpy. I feel like my body is failing me and that if it tried harder it would be fine.
Unfortunately after having severe difficulty physically getting out of bed this morning (and not for the usual reasons) I rang NHS Direct.
A nurse, who rang back to ask a lot of questions, tells me that it sounds like I have twinged my sciatic nerve. I make it at least three times this morning.
The result is burning pain in the lower back and tops of legs, leading to a collapse onto the floor and writhing (if writhing is possible in a ginger manner) to try and find a position that eases the pain. Then 5 minutes of trying to work out how to get up without incurring another spasm.
I am now ensconced in a sensible upright chair at the table where I intend to stay forever. I’m even too scared to stand up and go into the kitchen to make breakfast in case it hastens another ‘attaque’.
Nursey says not to trouble the GP as there’s nothing they can do and to self medicate with rest paracetemol and ibuprofen. She also says I should feel much better tomorrow.
I’m even grumpier because this is the second week of my new job. (And sadly working from here is not an option because there is no remote access unless you have a specially installed additional phone line.)
I am never doubting my grandma’s need to carry a stick again (she carries one in case of sciatica but practically needs it).
Filed under: Family, Guilt, Illness, London, The Drawer
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