Friday, July 08, 2016
Comic Cuts - 8 July 2016
The rush to get things done on Tuesday was down to the council collecting green waste on Wednesday morning. My gardening activities have been a little more relaxed since then, but still enough to remind my back that work makes it ache and that I definitely need to keep up the morning and afternoon walks, as it's due to that activity that I'm not laid up in bed filled with painkillers, which, ten years ago, is where I would have been.
My back problems are a long and frankly boring saga that started when I was a young buck of 22. I'd spent most of the afternoon and evening hunched over a typewriter, typing up notes I'd made at the British Library. I was due to go out with my then girlfriend, Heather, who unexpectedly called to say she was feeling unwell but I should go ahead and meet up with friends. The conversation went on for a while until I realised that the bus that was to take me to town was due in a minute or two. Running back into the living room, I grabbed the table—a long, low coffee table—with the typewriter on it, to put it back to where it lived.
The next morning I was still in pain and now so stiff it was almost impossible to move. I had to crawl to the bathroom and haul myself up using the hot and cold pipes to get myself into a position where I could have a wee. Once upright, I didn't dare try to pick up the walking stick from where it had fallen the night before, so I struggled down the stairs clinging to the handrail for dear life. Got to the phone, phoned a taxi and went off to A&E.
There's more, but suffice it to say that I've had lower back problems ever since, exacerbated by a fall in the mid-1990s and, since physical work caused me pain, a tendency not to do anything physical since, which meant I put on weight, which then was causing me problems until I decided to do something about it a couple of years ago.
For the most part I'm free of back pain—it's why I started walking and why I continue to nip out a couple of times a day—but a hint or sniff of hard work and I soon realise that I'm still in a very sedentary job and I need to do still more exercise.
Reach your hands around to touch your love handles... does it look anything like the picture above. Where's your thumb? Where's her thumbs?