Oh my aching back
I wrenched my knee yesterday going down the stairs. I have a history of bad knees going back to my days when I used to do pitching as in American baseball. I think I bruised a few of my tender tendons and it hurt when I moved it laterally. Not good news as I had to go into work on Friday night. I tried not to limp too much.
I went into work to rearrange our server cabinet… I won’t go on about that as it’s boring techie talk that not even I am that interested in going on about. Rest assured there were lots of crouching and knee abused that had me literally screaming in protest. Luckily I couldn’t hear myself as the music was blasting out. There was also a large amount of bending over. My back ached well into the next day.
Ahhhhhhh, Saturday. A lovely day to rest all the aches and pains of the night before… or not! NE and I had volunteered to clear the Church car park and bright and early we found ourselves in said car park with a pair of shovels and a monumental task ahead of us. Luckily we were joined by our friend J who had brought another shovel and a huge iron pry bar to shatter the solid ice coating the tarmac. A few hours later and we’d cleared the pavements and a path down the centre of the car park, which was pretty good going for the three of us. Needless to say my back was killing me!
At least I didn’t slip and further injure my kneee!
