So, I am on day three of lying around doing nothing. My muscle spasms are improving but it seems my back can’t take the strain of me sitting up for any length of time. My neck seems unprepared to handle the weight of my head, as though it’s a unexpected new burden I have sprung on it, without warning. I do have an unrelated neck problem (because my body was apparently cobbled together from dodgy spare parts), which appears to now be in cahoots with the rest of my back muscles, trying to cause me to retain as little function as possible. It’s actually pretty amazing that my pelvis could cause this cascade of ever worsening muscular problems. I feel and walk like I am 105.
Have I mentioned that my physio would have liked me to use a walker?? Nice. She conceded, eventually, that it may be a touch impractical for a woman with a baby and toddler, and suggested a walking stick instead. This was a few months ago during a previous, much less severe, episode. I can’t bring myself to do it. I’ve tried but it helps very little.
Also, this particular physio is convinced that my breastfeeding Grub is perpetuating the problem because of the presence of some relaxin in your system whilst breastfeeding. My previous physio assured me it was not. I can’t really handle the stupid physio’s anti-breastfeeding agenda and so stopped going to her. She was refusing to help me with exercises at any rate because “you won’t get better until you stop feeding” and I was paying large amounts to walk back and forth in the hydro pool three times a week and have her put some heat packs on me. It was ridiculous. When I told her that my problems had continued after Pudding was weaned she loaned me a book explaining that I was just imagining I was having pain because I’d been in pain for so long I no longer knew how not to be. Or something. There was probably some merit to it but when you’ve recently had a baby and your pelvis has all the stability and strength of a wet tissue, it’s not really that constructive. I am looking into a new physio but the neverending parade of retarded health professionals, that I have seen thus far, does not motivate me to try again.
Beefcake is being superhousehusband. He’s awesome, it’s just the little things that get missed. Like last night when I hobbled out to get a drink, while the family was eating dinner, to discover that the children were eating off of tin camping plates and Beefcake was eating out of a salad bowl. Actually, Rhubarb was quite annoyed because he got to use a normal bowl. I am just focusing on being grateful that everyone has been fed and is relatively clean.
My swelling is much less pronounced this morning. Instead of a flesh bustle, it looks as though I have a small second arse located above the first, so that must be a good sign. I think I will be up and about tomorrow. Which is good because I actually think I have reached some sort of limit with my love of the internet. As much as I might bemoan the amount of time I can usually find to read blogs and blog for myself, it appears that 16+ hours a day is too much. Who knew.