Lord knows I stand in my shop at the worktable for long periods of time so it shouldn’t have bothered me, but this afternoon working at a paper cutter for two hours I was near crying with the pain. I even tried to stand (as I do while washing dishes) in the crane position which usually helps (I am swaybacked) but it was impossible since the repetitive back and forth movement of the picking up, sliding in, slicing, sticking together and boxing undid my knotted stance within the first moments, and I almost fell on my ass.
So I only stayed through half of the pile to be done, and with luck I’ll finish up in the morning without ending up staying at the rehab house where I’ll afterwards be visiting my father-in-law. Who, by the way, despite the cancer, pneumonia and not eating, is up and around and determined to go back home. God bless ‘im.
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