…yesterday, shoveling snow. By noon, I was walking like the witch in Sleeping Beauty—could not straighten up. Didn’t hurt too much if I just didn’t straighten up. On the bright side, it was the opposite side from the sciatica in my right hip/leg from that nasty fall I took, oh, back when we were living in Spokane Valley—I caught a blade during a fast-traveling (for me) crossover and flew outward, sort of on the straight line tangent of the circle I was making, and went smack! flat out sideways. That is not a nice way to fall. The lower back didn’t like it, and subsequent years have reminded me of that moment—it was the day after Bloomsday Run and I was skating with tired legs and deeply blistered and sore feet. Well, what would I expect, eh?

So that’s the right side. Yesterday all pain left the right side and I was bent double on the left hip, so something shifted in that piece of dubious genetic engineering called the sacro-iliac joint, where the spine and the hips have a sort of vague connection mostly governed by tendons and muscle. It’s the weakest part of anybody’s makeup, so far as what they’re born with. When it’s out, ain’t nothin’ happy. And it gets ‘out’ from falls, or just because as you get older, you have all those accumulated insults: to paraphrase my father when I turned my trike over—“You’re going to remember that one when you’re sixty.”

He was right.

Well, I decided a day of no-functiong-brain would be an improvement over marginally-functioning-brain and unable-to-stand-up. So I took a prescription muscle relaxant, and went to bed (a Sleep Number bed, adjusted to 100, or ‘brick’, as opposed to 35, where I usually like it.)

This morning I lacked the energy to get out of bed, or do much more than take aim with the waterpistol when Shu decided to do an unfed-cat dance atop the air purifier. But I got up. Jane’s buzzing around full of energy. I am not. But I am able to stand upright again, and I’m just going to take it very easy to day and do minimal lifting. I may clean up the fish tank. Or do some other chore that requires no brain. Scraping pink coralline algae off the glass is relatively mindless, requiring only the ability to see the color pink, and the grace not to knock the corals loose from their perches. I think I can do that.

It stopped snowing last night, has warmed, and is melting a bit off shoveled sidewalks. This is good, because more is coming.