It was a great weekend…except for the pain.
I’ve been watching a lot of The F Word with Gordon Ramsay lately. I’ve always loved watching Hell’s Kitchen and Masterchef but this is my favourite of his shows bar none. I love the way he breaks down what’s being cooked and I love the light-hearted interactions between himself, whomever is cooking with him that week and his take on food in general. It’s brought back my love of playing in my kitchen in a big way, much to the delight of my family. This weekend when we did the grocery shopping, the theme of the shop was making sure I have all the things I need to do some serious meals this week. Not to mention, it’s our anniversary tomorrow and I want to make a special dinner to show some love. I mean, it’s one of the best ways to say I love you, really. With food.
My back is out again.
I know, it isn’t that long since the last time it went out. I knew it was coming too. On Friday it felt kind of tender. I made sure to move around a lot since sitting still is the enemy of my back when it hurts, but it didn’t matter. By Saturday I had to make noises to move around (like an old person) and by yesterday it was a complete write-off. I can’t stand up straight.
The worst part is hubby threw out his neck/shoulder.
No, we have NO IDEA how we did it, we only know that we’re old and apparently we ‘slept wrong’ or something.
Greg Behrendt does a great bit on ‘sleeping wrong’ and how, when you’re older you get appreciation for words like ‘ointment’ that you never have in your twenties.
Ah, remember your twenties?? I could get drunk and fall asleep weirdly positioned on a chair and wake up refreshed and fine. Now I need lumbar supports. How lovely. The divine tragic comedy of the human body as it ages.
So, there we were yesterday, knowing that we had to move furniture out of my daughter’s bedroom in her apartment so that the insurance guys can come in today and start removing her walls and floors from the poo-flood last week. I am hunched over, hubs is holding his neck erect. We’re both groaning and popping tylenol 3’s and muscle relaxers. We’re both quasi-stoned on painkillers and making groaning sex noises minus any naked fun.
Last night as we got into bed, he put his hand on my shoulder. “I think it’s fair to say sex is off the table” he told me lovingly.
“Well yeah, neither of us can move and we smell like Tiger Balm”.
We’re so hot.
This morning I pulled my tired ass out of bed and bemoaned the fact that I can’t reach the bad spots on my back by myself for any more ointment and popped another pill. Which, by the way, I HATE doing. I am one of those people who only takes medications when ABSOLUTELY necessary. But, if I want to be able to reach my full height today, I kind of have to.
Tomorrow is the anniversary. We’re not going out because frankly, we’d rather stay in. But that’s love and life after 19 years. I’m going to cook us a glorious meal, and then later I’ll ask him to give me a sensuous rub-down with some A5-35. Then maybe if I’m feeling frisky, I’ll heat up a rice pad and hold it on his neck and shoulder for him. Ah love. Ah marriage. I would swoon, but I’m afraid something would crack.