I had plans this morning when I got up. My back seemed to be behaving and all was good.
That was until I did the hugely strenuous task (not) of pouffing up a sofa cushion. With that, I heard a pop and couldn’t walk. I managed to get to my office chair to catch my breath.
I made the decision to see if gentle mobilisation would solve the problem rather than drugs. It didn’t.
So I resorted to putting all my plans on hold and going back to bed to lie on a hot water bottle. My OH came up to see if I needed anything and it was then I realised I couldn’t actually move anything. I couldn’t roll over onto my side or get up.
Contemplating my next move of dialling 999 or taking drugs, my OH put together a rattling cocktail of analgesia, antispasmodics and anti-inflammatories.
BeAnne and I went to sleep waking briefly for Marmite on toast in bed (no crumbs, I promise) and then we went back to sleep again.
We emerged at 17.00 to find that the day had passed us by. I managed to hobble outside and feed the bebbies and Taktur (separately).
Now, I feel very sore. Luckily I am in the queue for an MRI, the results to be given to both the spinal team and the gynae lot – 4 to 6 weeks.
So, a day of grot today and I didn’t even get a snog off my boys.
Here are some photos of my lovely little persons – I missed playing with. It was their day today for training (ride Haakon one day, train the bebbies the other). I dream of lying down with them to sleep together but somehow reality kicks in (or their hooves) and it is never going to happen.