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This is why you quit

9 years ago I sustained a back injury which made my decision to quit the 9-5 job world a no brainer...
Every so often I get a not so gentle reminder of this. My back goes out. It's either too much activity or not enough activity and it always puts me out for about 3 days of lessons. Lessons in doing too much. Lessons in not stretching every day. Lessons in gradually strengthening your core. So I heed the lesson and go with the flow. There's nothing I can do to speed up healing. You sit with the lesson and relax into it. I have a system in place because this has happened so many times.
Gentle stretches, make yourself hobble around a few times during the day...hot soaks, ice pack, pain patches, TENS unit and in the evening a muscle relaxer if they're on hand. Not pushing and not fighting are key.
Bending over and twisting are out of the question. Walking and standing too much- NOPE. Everything is humbling..from trying to get in and out of the tub to trying to wipe your own baby butt. You find yourself using countertops and furniture to help you move along. You are instantly a feeble old invalid. So I pretend its PRINCESS TIME and turn my bath into a royal affair with lovely scented oils (not too much slip n slide!) and a mud mask.
I need this bell...snacks please!

 I have plenty of time to lounge and get the hydrotherapy. Hell, Im writing this blog from my bath right now! 😂
Everything is done at turtle speed and in my pjs. Aren't I lucky? 😂
But in all seriousness- when this happens I remember WHY I quit my job and how grateful I am I did. I think about how nice it is I no longer have to "call in" and report to anyone why I can't work today...and get the attitude that came with all that.
So even though Im laid up for a few- YES I'M TOTALLY GRATEFUL for lots of things.
Today I attempt getting my computer set up bedside so I can still work on stuff and sketch. ☺ I think my new business cards are coming in and that will make me smile...and this is temporary. I'll be stomping the old Oak Cliff sidewalks and alleys in no time.
Thanks for all the love and care my peeps! Heed the lessons, they are actually beautiful teachers..albeit painful.
Xo

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