So, I'm back at work. As I suspected it's been a bit chaotic, but nothing out of control and I'm sure we'll find a groove and go with it. We need to work out a reliable morning routine but otherwise it's been painless.
Or I should say, its been painless in the non-physical sense, at least. Actual physical pain? Lots of that.
You know how sometimes you sleep funny and when you wake up in the morning your neck is sore and you can't turn your head? Multiply that by about 500 and you have me today.
Last night at three am, I innocently turned my head on my pillow whilst fast asleep and I swear to God, my neck snapped. All of a sudden there was a shooting pain radiating from the side of my neck down my shoulder and into my back and up into my head and brain. I would have sat bolt upright in my bed in agony except that would have required upper body movement and at the moment I was quite paralyzed.
I finally whimpered my way out of bed and clawed my way to the kitchen where I tried to down some ibuprofen but I couldn't properly put my head back to swallow the pills so I just sort of gagged them down and hoped for the best.
I would have called in sick but it's only my third day back and I just couldn't be that much of a wimp. So this morning we unearthed some muscle relaxants in the cupboard and I sat patiently in a chair waiting from them to kick in while Eric got the kids ready to go. (Which, obviously, was the most enjoyable part of my day thus far). The bottle said the pills were good for neck spasms but all they did was make me sleepy, nauseous and did a great of job of relaxing my tongue but did nothing to the huge knot in my shoulder.
It's actually a bit better at work. Thank you Ergonomic desk chair for holding my spine exactly where it should be. As long as I don't have to turn my head in any direction I can pass for a normal person and not a robot. I may have to wheel this baby home with me tonight in order to get some decent sleep.
I've decided that I'm going to blame the change in routine for my current state of agony, even though its probably not related. But it makes me feel better to think that. Otherwise, I might have to admit that its age-related or something depressing like that. No, I won't go there.
Stupid office job. This is your fault.
2 comments:
At least you were able to identify the probably action that caused your distress. Sometimes, I swear, all I do is NOD in agreement with one of Tim's many insightful comments (cough, gag), and I can't move my head and arm for a week. Hate to tell you, sweetie, but 40's a bitch, and you, my dear, are creeping up on it! Lifting, swinging, bathing and rocking small children does not help with this condition, either - office job or not. :) I highly recommend the Scotch elixir.
No fun. Yes, this getting-older-creakiness thing really bites. Hope you feel better soon!
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