Outside of going to work, I have done very little this week. Every evening was spent resting my back. And each morning, I was rewarded with a little more freedom of movement.
However, when I got out of bed this morning, it seemed as if I was reliving Monday morning all over again.
Breathtaking pain shot from my lower back!
I had the same helpless feeling you get when someone twists your arm behind your back and then starts lifting it up higher and higher. I didn’t cry but I was pleading for mercy!
The fact that I was once again reduced to this condition really ticked me off!
“Lay around for three days and now I get this?!?!…
(plead for mercy)…grumble, grumble…(wince and plead)…
“That’s it! I’m done with this resting!”
After all, I still had trees and bushes sitting in pots out in our front yard!
Now, I don’t want you to think that I just charged out there like a bull in a china shop when I came home from work…because I didn’t.
If you want an accurate picture, I slowly bent down oh so slowly and laced up my work boots. Then I slowly stood up and gingerly walked out and grabbed my shovel.
I just wanted to see if I could make some progress…
just a little progress…
please…
I gently put the shovel in the ground and then carefully stood up on the top of the blade to drive it in. I repeated this several more times.
Then came the moment of truth…
I made sure my form was as close to perfect as I could get it and…
I actually lifted a half full shovel of dirt out of the ground without collapsing into a heap!
Although it was very slow and pretty pitiful, I worked slowly and was able to make a decent amount of progress on digging a hole for our new Japanese maple tree before it was time to call it quits for the night.
