My Back Stole My Life

Last Friday my lower back went into spasm. I was doing nothing more demanding than leaning over my kitchen's work surface to chisel out a couple of tiles, when a feeling of intense muscular cramp burst out from my spine, leaving me propped on my elbows unable to support my own body weight. Cue an hour on the floor, frozen peas, hot water bottles, 10 meters of home made strapping wound around my lower abdomen so i could stand unaided, a painful few hours as Tom Marshman's Captain (the rum helped) and a night cap of morphine sulphate.

Turns out that I had been over working a couple of my vertebrae with bad posture and this was the moment they gave up the ghost and decided that if I wasn't going to stop, they had better stop for me.

The result is that I am no longer performing in the physical theatre show which I have been helping to devise to the past 6 months, the pervasive games I had planned for this week are off and I won't be able to do the little show I wanted to submit for Small is Beautiful either. Yeah great. I hate my back and now I've got to do everything in my power to make the swine feel better and heal itself. I can tell you I'll be taking a sledge hammer to the damn thing once it's better just to teach it whose boss around here, can't have your own body getting ideas above its station.