Due to the physical therapy, I’ve been feeling pretty good, so when a friend called asking if I wanted to work a wrap day…
I don’t think I need to finish that sentence. My answer would have been yes no matter how I’d been feeling. Work is work, and my main objective is to get enough hours to keep my health insurance.
The first half of the day was easy – I was in a lift, taking down lights that were hung from the pipe grid.
Then, after lunch, we got sent up to the perms to drop out some lights. Dropping out lights isn’t all that physically taxing but is very repetitive. One unties the lines, then loops the rope around the handrail and then lowers the light (never, ever, let the rope slide. Friction creates heat and heat burns gloves and hands. Use a hand over hand motion) to the ground.
After a few hours of this I was, as the kids say, fucked up big time.
As I descended the ladder at the end of the day, a twinge let me know I’d overdone it, and on the drive home the nagging pain that I thought I’d conquered resurfaced.
Not, of course, enough pain to stop me from doing some kick sets in the pool after work, but still… pain.
Just enough to remind me that I overdid it, but what the hell am I supposed to do? Turn down work because my wimp of a body isn’t performing?
I don’t think so.
I was, however, very glad to have today off. I went to the physical therapist, who tried her best to make things better and then sent me home wearing a weird patch that lit up and hopefully, will make everything better before I have to push carts up an incline tomorrow.
Gotta keep that insurance.