Over the last week my poorly back has got better by degrees. There was an unfortunate moment last Sunday when it seized up completely. I was lying on the bed but somehow managed to angle myself round, walk down the wall and get up to standing. That was a low point. Since then I've stopped the painkillers, started to move without considering every action and have been for longer and longer walks. There's still the occasional twinge but we're getting there.
I might have written a post in this vein before but it's a message that deserves repeating. It's sound advice from me with my occupational therapist hat on and relates to any illness, physical or mental.
When you've been laid low and then have a really good day, there's a temptation to try and get through all the things that you let slip when you're poorly.....in one go! Or to go and do something really adventurous just to celebrate the fact that you're through the wilderness. The problem is even worse where someone is used to relapse. They think they have to get everything down in case they get ill again. DON'T DO IT! The trick is to pace yourself. That way you reduce the risk of burn out and increase the chance that you'll get back to a normal pattern of doing things, faster in the long run.
So I've taken a dose of my own medicine. I'd planned a whirlwind weekend in Bristol with Red Mel but cancelled. She understood. We're seeing each other soon anyway. I'm having a restful weekend at home interspersed with little bursts of activity that has been above and beyond what I've been able to do in the last couple of weeks. I walked into town and changed the bed yesterday. It's the first time I've been able to manage those things for a fortnight. But I left the hoovering until today and I made sure that I had plenty of little rests in between. For someone who's normally more hare than perky tortoise, it's a bit frustrating. But I keep reminding myself why I need to be totally well. We're off to Portugal in a week!