Day Two of the new calendar page and the first workday of the new year rolled in with sciatica. It had begun as a slight irritation on Sunday and felt more aggravated during the hiking on Monday when it crept further down the leg. By this morning, it was a full lower back to knee aggravated situation. Sitting was mildly uncomfortable but walking was worse.
My boots say I'm important. |
The words
are nice, but also kind of feel like a big lie based on things like career trajectory and cashflow. And I always feel like text in all caps is yelling at me, kind of like when Mom would address me by my full first, middle, and last names signifying she was really mad and I was about to catch hell.
I already knew what was in the box, because it had been bought it in a rush late last week when I realized I had a $5 reward in a work
program that needed to be used before the 31st or forfeited. Never
one to easily let free money go to waste and needing a receipt to receive
the $5 reward, I had scrolled through Amazon. It didn’t take long to find a pair
of lug sole Chelsea boots to replace a pair of boots that were
loved and worn so much over several years that a hole was worn in one toe. The new boots had an
appealing price ($27!) made even better knowing I’d receive $5 after submitting the receipt.
With the left sciatic nerve painfully making its presence
known, I slipped on the new boots to check the fit. The boots feel great, so the day was getting off to a better start. The
thicker lug sole and the heel make me feel tall, but not necessarily
important like the declaration (lie) on the box. Oddly, in the heeled boots, the sciatic
nerve felt less buggy so it was a pleasure and a comfort to keep them on all day.
No book club for me this month. |
After work, after rolling the empty trash bin from the
street back up the driveway to the house, I swapped the still comfortable boots
for the house slippers. The discomfort in the leg flared up almost immediately.
So weird. In other weird anatomical discoveries, sitting crisscross applesauce
on the couch feels better than sitting in the office chair or on the couch like
a grownup. Whatever that means. It will be fun to see how it feels on Wednesday. Ok, maybe not "fun" but time will tell.
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