Mr. H. has been having some trouble with sciatica in
his left leg. I don’t know if any of you are familiar with sciatica or not, but
it’s very painful. Even doctors agree that about the only thing that really
helps is rest. Lots of rest. Years ago, when he was working, he had a bout with
it once and ended up in the hospital. In traction. It didn’t help much. Nor did
the exercises they prescribed for him. (But, of course, I think the object was
to actually DO the exercises).
Anyway, after all else failed, his doctor insisted he
take some time off from work and rest. It was difficult to convince him, but he
finally agreed. After two weeks of doing nothing and being waited on hand and
foot, he was much better and went back to work – reluctantly admitting that the
doctor was right!
This morning, we were comparing, as we often do, how we’d
slept last night. I said, “I hardly slept at all! It was 4 a.m. the last time I
checked my watch and then, every time I’d doze off, I’d wake up again in about
an hour. It seemed that I was awake every hour on the hour. It was not a good night!”
After listening to my complaints, he started describing
his night: “My leg hardly hurts at all,” he said, “if I lie on my left
side, but if I turn on my back or my right side, it’s only a few minutes until
it hurts terribly and I have to turn back on my left side to relieve it.”
“Isn’t that strange,” I said, “that the only relief you
get is lying on the leg that’s affected by the sciatica?”
“Yes,” he said. “I guess it’s a good thing, too.
Otherwise, I’d be lying on my right side all night looking at…”
(Oops! What did he almost say?)
“Oh, yeah?” I said – grabbing the remark and running
with it. “You’d be lying on your right side ‘looking at me all night,’ huh? Would that be so terrible?”
“I didn’t mean that!” he sputtered. “You know how you’re
a little self-conscious about anyone looking at you too closely.”
“It's no use. You can’t fix it!” I said, smiling. “The damage is
done.”
Looking at me skeptically, he said, “I’m going to be the
subject of your blog post tonight, aren’t I?”
"'Fraid so."
"'Fraid so."
~~~
9 comments:
Poor Mr. H. He can't win. Cute post.
Yes, I know how painful sciatica is. and your right rest is all that helps or surgery. good post peg.
Mr. H. needs to start a blog of his own. Haha!
Cute Peggy. Keep it up.
LOL Love it.
I have a feeling your Mr H is much like my Mr O. This is really cute.
Love reading your blogs! Would love to see a picture of Kemp. I remember him with black curly hair, and so cute!
Diane, he has gray curly hair now... and he's still "so cute!"
I told you Sunday that I had to go to therpy, at the Teays Therpy Center, and they really helped me. That was 2 years ago and I have not had any problems since. Peck on wood. Mr. H has a good since of humor.
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