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Indeed.
Just got back from the Doctor's again (I've been in the DW fandom too long, I automatically capitalise that word now) and yes, I have done myself an absolute fucking beauty. The feelings of "OMGWTFBBQ" i had when I first went to the doctors purely to clear up the workcover crap and ended up being told I had to stay in bed for 48 hours (HA! like that happened) were not helped by the fact that the first thing the other doctor (my usual was not in) said when she saw my back pretty much amounted to a good 'n hearty "Shit!"
Apparently backs are not meant to bruise. Especially not that colour, and not at the base of the spine. Not on someone who's still walking around. Thank you so much for that, I was already more than a tad worried given that it usually takes one HELL of a blow to get me to come up with a bruise in the first place. -_-
Went through a range of motions and apparently quite astonished the doctor by how flexible I am. Apparently that's not quite normal either. (All you other 27 year olds out there get off your damned arses and take up yoga, you're making me look like a freak, dammit.) Of course that started up spasms, so I'm pacing around her office like a pissed off caged tiger while she's nervously trying to type notes.
So. The end result...another week of forced inactivity, and I pushed very hard to make them at least go back to work. (I'm bored. So damned bored. Bored bored bored.) But for the next week - no lifting of any description. No going under desks. No pushing anything heavier than a house cat down the stairs. Well, that takes all the fun out of my job, doesn't it? And then I'm back again on next Thursday for another check. And I've nipped in one with my specialist as well, as I need to know how to modify my physio therapy if my lower back is arsed.
Not happy *evil eyes*
Just got back from the Doctor's again (I've been in the DW fandom too long, I automatically capitalise that word now) and yes, I have done myself an absolute fucking beauty. The feelings of "OMGWTFBBQ" i had when I first went to the doctors purely to clear up the workcover crap and ended up being told I had to stay in bed for 48 hours (HA! like that happened) were not helped by the fact that the first thing the other doctor (my usual was not in) said when she saw my back pretty much amounted to a good 'n hearty "Shit!"
Apparently backs are not meant to bruise. Especially not that colour, and not at the base of the spine. Not on someone who's still walking around. Thank you so much for that, I was already more than a tad worried given that it usually takes one HELL of a blow to get me to come up with a bruise in the first place. -_-
Went through a range of motions and apparently quite astonished the doctor by how flexible I am. Apparently that's not quite normal either. (All you other 27 year olds out there get off your damned arses and take up yoga, you're making me look like a freak, dammit.) Of course that started up spasms, so I'm pacing around her office like a pissed off caged tiger while she's nervously trying to type notes.
So. The end result...another week of forced inactivity, and I pushed very hard to make them at least go back to work. (I'm bored. So damned bored. Bored bored bored.) But for the next week - no lifting of any description. No going under desks. No pushing anything heavier than a house cat down the stairs. Well, that takes all the fun out of my job, doesn't it? And then I'm back again on next Thursday for another check. And I've nipped in one with my specialist as well, as I need to know how to modify my physio therapy if my lower back is arsed.
Not happy *evil eyes*
