Tuesday morning woes...
I woke up this morning feeling great - the aches and pains of the last few days had gone away. So I happily jumped out of bed - and was felled by a spasm of lower back pain. Sitting - or standing, once I was sitting - was excruciating. Last time this happened (in the spring, and it was my upper back then) it took me several weeks to recover.
I was not happy, so I went to my computer to read my e-mail and Livejournal and console myself, and discovered I'd lost my Internet connection. My usual ways of fixing this didn't work. It took more than half an hour of fiddling with wires to get online again.
What more can go wrong this morning, I asked myself? I did my yoga practice conscientiously. Thank goodness no one could see me. Imagine Hatha Yoga done by a robot without joints.
I decided that a good way to cheer up was to invite maaseru to join me for breakfast. She said all she wanted was toast; fine, said I, I can make toast. But when I went to my kitchen, I discovered my bread had gone mouldy overnight.
So that's what could go wrong next. That hit my sense of humour, and I stopped feeling grumpy about things. maaseru had to bring her own bread. And make her own toast, come to think of it. I was in bad shape for standing around in the kitchen.
Then a few hours later my back stopped hurting completely. I've been rather cautious in my movements all day, but it seems just fine. We'll see what doing yoga is like tomorrow... but it looks as if I won't have the weeks of pain I was fearing. Right, I tell myself once again: there is nothing to fear but fear.