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Today I went to work nursing a very sore back. I hurt it back in the late 1990s and it decides periodically to be a total jerk. Like now.
Quite some time ago, over on my other blog, I published a post about safety in the office, and it contained two videos about lifting.
During a crisis, I tried to pick up a loaded laundry basket in a hurry and paid the ultimate price. I was the Peter Griffin video, not the UK safe-lifting video.
The injury likes to twist me in a knot, and yes, I have been lax about doing Pilates, which helps (SHUT UP I WILL DO IT I PROMISE). The extreme pain kept me from concentrating on anything. Today was the longest Monday ever. Fortunately, I had some of those air-activated heat packs in my drawer. Ahhhh.
Now I’m at home, fortunately reclining on the heating pad. Tonight is devoted to ibuprofen and a bit of research. If I manage to squeeze out a few more words before bedtime, I’ll post them on Twitter. You are following me, right?