Ouch

Now I know what old feels like. Yeah, that crunching sound I heard while doing squats last Thursday was something in my upper spine. Now I have to think before I move anything. And sometimes even before I don't move something. I was lying in front of the TV watching a movie the other night when the cat settled on my chest for a nap, as she often does when I watch TV. Only this time it felt like my back had caught fire. Because of a seven pound cat!

Poor thing probably thought it was something she did when I started moaning.

Interestingly, if I do something with my left arm that my back doesn't like, pain shoots down my left arm. If I do something awkward with my right arm, pain shoots down my LEFT arm. Weird. Plus now when I move I crackle like a bowl of Rice Crispies.

My mother suggested taking a hot bath. Which seemed like sound advice until it was time to get out of the tub. On the whole I did more harm than good.

At least I can sleep. And, usually, if I stay still, I don't feel too uncomfortable. I should feel grateful but I feel depressed instead. I went to the gym today but there wasn't much I could do with the weights. And I hate cardio. It takes too long, just doing the same thing on and on. I did a measly 12 minutes on the bike and did what little weights I could. Then I got on the elipsis machine but my spirit had been sapped by then. I quit after just a few minutes.

So this is what old feels like. It doesn't suit me.