Hello Good People
Since Saturday I have assumed the gait of a crab, and not a happy one at that. The woeful tale to tell:
When in senior years, simple things are no longer so simple, such as cutting of the toenails. On Friday, after a bath, I set about doing the boring chore. After a few false starts, I decided to stand between the front of my sofa and the glass-topped coffee table, putting my naked right foot on the said table and doing the biz. My balance not being all that it could be, a somewhat dumb move. I keeled over to my right. Whilst I did manage to steer myself onto the sofa, in so doing gave my body an almighty thwack against the solid wooden arm rest, the blow being at the waist level, right side of my back. The greater humiliation followed immediately, as I slid off the sofa and onto the floor. DOH!
Although hurt, that was that. Come Saturday, sore but nothing more. Went forth and did my shopping. Come the evening and the bad news came upon me. My back ached considerably. By Sunday, it was murder. Sitting, standing, walking about. Crab time, big time. As I write, it’s easing up, but still most painful. I’m told that when you’re older, you bruise more easily and deeply. True! I’ve been taking it easy since Sunday, staying in and bemoaning, big time. Tomorrow I have to go to the Docs to get my usual blood test. I shall take the opportunity of voicing my plight. Mind you, not looking forward to the relatively short walk to the surgery. Those compassionate of heart, prepare to shed a tear then – and cease that sniggering!
I now go forth for a long hot soak in the bath.