In 1996 I suffered a back injury. I heard it rip at the the time, a terrible sound. It was a weak spot in my back, having been injured way back in 1970 at a Bob Dylan concert at Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto, Ontario. At that concert we were coming down the concrete stairs when the woman behind me lost her balance, or was pushed, and kicked me at the back of my knees. My legs went up, I went down, landing on my back on the edge of the concrete step. The bruising was extensive, and it took months and months to heal. Luckily no bones were broken, but my back was never the same again.
In 1996 I was lifting a heavy box, and I heard that area of my back rip apart. I was bedridden for weeks, unable to move, and Attila, bless his soul, took care of the kids, the cooking, everything domestic, including me and bed pan duty. I was in physiotherapy for six months after that injury, and again, my back has never been the same. At that point in time it looked as if I would not be able to hike in the bush again, and I was advised to take daily NSAIDS for the rest of my life. But I ignored the prognosis, took my time recovering, increasing activity levels, decreasing my dosage of NSAIDS, slowly, slowly, slowly, repeating over and over again to myself, “Rome was not built in a day.”
It took over a year, but I did recover my mobility, and the complete elimination of the use of NSAIDS, or any other pain medication. I still have to think before I do things that involve lifting, twisting, reaching, and so far I have been able continue hiking in the bush, and performing most tasks in our domestic life, and our renovation projects. I never push myself though, I try to work smart not hard when possible. If something inside me balks at an activity, I stop.
I have had very good luck with my back. I am jubilant that I did not follow medical advice, and did not take NSAIDS daily beyond a short recovery time. I feel grateful that slow-but-sure won the day as I attempted to recover from my injury. My body and I are now navigating our way through aging, a time of life when there is almost as much physical change to deal with as there was during early childhood.
Attila called me into the kitchen this morning and bid me look out the window. At first he thought the flock of birds was all robins, but closer inspection of photographs taken revealed that the flock seen in the video is mixed, there are many Robins, and many Grackles. Neither Attila nor I have ever seen Robins behave in this way, and have never really seen Robins at all at this time of year. Something is different this year. I wonder what next winter will bring!
Date: 1:52 PM EST Sunday 5 February 2017
Condition: Light Snow
Pressure: 100.6 kPa
Dew point: -2.8°C
Wind: WSW 27 gust 44 km/h
Wind Chill: -6
Visibility: 5 km
“The worst sin – perhaps the only sin – passion can commit, is to be joyless.”
Dorothy L. Sayers
1893 – 1957
This quote has me thinking!
NOTE: Some days are bad hair days. I am having a bad technology day! I have edited this entry so many times, it is all because I have added a video file, which I usually do not do, and am learning by trial and error, a lot of error is a trial!