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pushing into the wall of pain
Sunday, June 1 2025
location: 940 feet west of Woodworth Lake, Fulton County, NY
I got up fairly early this morning, hours before Gretchen. I was able to shuffle around okay doing my morning tasks (starting a fire, making coffee, making toast, etc.) despite my back. I looked up my symptoms and it was clear from what I found that I'd torn something (a muscle or a tendon) in my back. Fortunately, it was likely to heal within a couple weeks. Indeed, according to what I found, the only reason to go to the hospital about it was if it should fail to recover in that time.
While drinking my coffee and visiting my usual websites, I continued to feel out the limits of where I could bend my torso before running into the stabbing pain meaning that I should go no further. The pain, when it happened, provided a huge disincentive for bending my body in those ways, and I was learning to do everything I needed to do while avoiding the pain. The key was to never bend at the waist to do anything and to also use my arms to help in any situation where I was needed to rise up or settle down. The hardest motions of all were the ones where I went to or from lying down. But the great thing about daytime activity is that there isn't much of that.
Gretchen got up at around 10:00am and we played Spelling Bee like any normal. Later she took advantage of cool but sunny conditions to take Charlotte for a good walk. She ended up walking over to the other side of Woodworth Lake and seeing the devastation Joel allowed to happen to his land in the form of what looked to be clear-cut logging. It's hard to imagine how anyone with any connection to nature could allow such a thing to happen to land he controls. How could a person stroll through their forest and then wish that upon it? It makes no sense.
We left for Hurley in the late afternoon, with me gingerly climbing into the passenger seat and Gretchen driving us home at unusually fast speeds via the Thruway. I'd made myself a boozy drink for the drive and it last for the entire drive, which only took about 100 minutes (instead of the usual 120 to 140). Of course, driving that way was murder on efficiency and to drive those 110 or so miles required 130 miles of predicted range.
The cool weather and the condition of my back had me craving a nice hot bath, and I was a little surprised that I was able to climb into the tub without pushing into the wall of pain that had been constraining my movements at that point for over a day.
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