Be careful what you blog...

It appears that my earlier comments may have been read by some web surfing Puck or other mischievious character... for no longer than 4 days after what I thought was a seemingly harmless post about my inadequacies of handiwork - I get home from confession, and while attempting to put up a curtain rail in my kids room (Any sharp intakes of breath at this point are merited), after a particularly complex maneuver (Please do remember - I can make any handy work appear overly complicated) standing on a footstool leaning over a shelf and attempting to pull out a wall plug with my left hand - I put out my back to the extent that rolling in bed required a groan... incapacitated for roughly 4 days.

(Random thought - there is a slight possibility that it was not a fictitious character from another century, come to life and suddenly computer savvy; but rather my guardian angel thought that Fr's penance for me didn't quite cover the full cost of the bill I clocked up, so he / she kindly made up the difference for me... if so... umm.. thanks I guess.. we are told that we get a much better price before actually proceeding to the checkout... wowza I bought some expensive items I 'spose...)

Anyway, some interesting insights while lying in bed incapacitated while my even more saintly wife ran the household (Even more completely than usual; and with an additional kid - me; Usually i'm only half kid like) for about 4 days. There were certain similarities with the progression of my own recovery and the growth over the last few months of our youngest bundle of joy (DD3). If you've had a young one grow into your household and grace you with their smiles and such... you may see the similarities yourself...

1st day - All I could do was groan, not moving, had to have my DW bring me food, and be showered lying on the floor.(Not being allowed in the bed before I showered) I'll spare you details re: toileting other than to reiterate there were similarities and use of kid potties...
2nd Day - Progressed to being able to roll in bed, and eventually crawl to the toilet 3m away. Still waking every few hours overnight... (I know, I know - Before the tirade of comments flow from my DW and any other mothers out there reading this - I realize this is often a standard night's sleep for some... give me some credit - this was at least worse than 'man flu')
3rd Day - Sleeping through the night (Yay! - Particularly thanking a pharmacist friend of mine) Not to be taken out of context but; prescription drugs are goooood!! And so if you ever can - befriend a pharmacist. I had also progressed to be able climb up furniture now to a half stand ... to then collapse in bed, instead of a 15 minute maneuver involving face planting through whatever bedding happened to be in the way.
4th Day - I can hobble around for short periods of time before my back seizes up again and I've got to revert to crawling or lying over an old computer chair that has wheels - as my DD1 named without thinking at one point "Dad... can I get you your wheel chair?",...  man I felt old.
5th Day - Walking is no longer a foreign concept, I can even risk a car trip to the Dr's to see if there's anything I should do about this and get a sick note for work. After a preamble which had nothing to do with my back, the Dr promptly told me - " Basically... you're just getting old - and there's nothing you can do about it"

I"M THIRTY YEARS OLD!!!!!

I thought all those jokes about it all being downhill from here were just that - JOKES?!?!?!!

Anyway, it's the evening of the 5th day, and I can finally sit down at my computer to blog and cry about my aging state of affairs... after playing a few computer games!!
:)