Jul 01 2008
Back Off
Back off!
No, don’t run away in fear. Don’t shrink back carefully a step or two. It’s the other use of those two words. I probably should have used a comma: Back, off! Probably still not the right expression, but my back is not “out”, just in pain, so I consider it “off”. The muscles decided my brain is off in dumb land - and to prevent further bending, stretching, and misuse, they finally sent pain alerts up to my brain. You would think they would have reacted BEFORE I over did it quite so much, but no, my muscles have to just let my brain continue being dumb and allow me to keep bending and stretching.
And then, the one man who does more for me on a daily basis than most men would for their wives calls and desperately needs an invoice typed, printed, and scanned. How could I say, “No,” to Leon when he is at the client’s waiting for this and it is obvious my expedience would be nice.
Of course, the printer is across the room, and a bit heavy and has to be moved to the temporary location of the iMac - up on the kitchen counter. And, of course, again, i have to first get off the temporary bed here, at six inches off the ground, before I can pick up said printer with already strained back. And, of course this simple task took so long, he called to see why I hadn’t sent it yet… though he was nice when he asked.
And, of course, though he said, “Don’t lay back down, sit in a chair!”, I ignored him and managed to get back down 6 inches off the ground. Somehow, I forgot the TV remote….
But… at least he is bringing dinner… sometime. Maybe he will help me back up so I can eat it.
And yeah, Leon, before you can say it, let me: you told me so! (But isn’t it great to say it to me occasionally rather than hearing it from me once again? Grin)
Edit: I eventually sat in the chair, but even before that it was a bit better. Yes!
