I am sitting at the computer trying very hard to ensure my posture is correct. For the last few weeks I have been suffering from a trapped/pinched/displaced/blummin’ painful nerve in my spine which has caused pain in my left shoulder and arm. For a while I just took painkillers and used a hot water bottle but it began to get worse. Sitting in a normal chair was the killer – shooting pains down my shoulder blade and arm. Sleeping wasn’t fun either as I could only lie on my back.
Last week I visited Dougie’s partner at the surgery for him to agree with Dougie’s diagnosis and, although it was likely to get better with time and some anti-inflammatories, I booked myself some physiotherapy. Had a great session with a fabulous Irish girl, Sinéad, who agreed with everyone else and got to work on my neck and arm. Returning home with some exercises and tips on how to sit properly at my desk, I am gradually improving.
The computer is the main culprit, I think. I have a habit of slouching while I’m thinking of what to write. It doesn’t help we have an extra keyboard placed in front of the laptop as I spilled orange juice all over the original one. I tend to push my neck forward to read the type as the screen is that bit further away. We keep promising ourselves a new laptop – this has forced us to get a move on and purchase one.
The iPad isn’t much better as I hold it in my left hand when browsing on the sofa, with my head flopped forward. Dougie tells me I am on the iPad far too much anyway – grazing usually – so am now trying to ration both computer and tablet time..it’s tough.
This post is now going on too long as my arm is sore again (cue the violins) so I will finish here and just point you towards the last three columns I’ve written for the paper – and that was a struggle. I ended up dictating the last one to a very patient husband.
The ten tell-tale signs that you have an empty nest – six months in, how I’m coping with Rory being at university. Do you have any more to add?
A parent’s view of World Book Day – like it or loathe it, World Book Day costumes can prove to be a headache. But isn’t Rory sweet?
The name’s Burgess…Trish Burgess – my take on the news that MI5 are recruiting spies via Mumsnet as middle-aged mothers apparently have the aptitude for the job (one of my favourite column pieces, if I do say so myself!)