I prepared Julia’s day this morning and laid it all out within arm’s length of her chair.
Remote control, Kindle, newspaper, flask of green tea, cereal, milk, sandwiches for lunch…
Then I slipped out to work and left her sleeping. Sleep is a greatly underrated as a curative measure and she generally resists it as she thinks it’s being lazy. She also believes that the best way to deal with a bad back is to work it off, and we all know how that worked out.
I think it comes from being a mother. Mothers, like ideas and the Pinkerton Detective Agency, never sleep.
Me, I have no problem with sleeping, and often take a preventive nap in front of the TV. Sometimes I take several, because you can’t be too careful with your health.
In fact I’m going to go to sleep now.
Henry Ford said: “I never stand if I can sit and I never sit if I can lie down.”
I tend to agree with this as a philosophy, though I’m not going to adopt all his ideas.
We were having a laugh about Julia’s bad back and the “in sickness and in health” part of the wedding vows a couple of days ago (bearing in mind that she spent six months running round after me last year).
You should never tempt fate.
On Thursday, after overdoing things in the garden she went to her second job in the Leisure Centre, but had to ring for a lift home as she was unable to sit at her desk due to the back pain.
We spent the evening applying hot water bottles and anti-inflammatories, but it was just as bad this morning.
The doctor fitted her in this morning and I took time off from the new job to take her down and bring her back (I am not a model employee). She is currently furnished with painkillers and muscle relaxants, and I am in charge of providing a constant supply of hot water bottles.
I’m back from work now and she is catching up on her sleep.
I’ll be back later, but for now I’m off to boil a kettle…
Yesterday I fell asleep instead of posting.
Tonight, after 12 hours helping bottle jerk seasoning I feel like my body is about to fall apart. From my bad back to my arthritic fingers I am a total wreck.
After a couple of hours my back started to seize. After six hours my knee went, closely followed by feet. After ten hours my fingers started failing. Then, after eleven hours, I lost the will to live.
I’m going to sleep now, and will see if I can do better tomorrow.