Waylaid by a Dragon

Last updated on: December 6, 2009 at 3:21 pm by Cat Chapin-Bishop

Waylaid by a Dragon 2009-12-06T15:21:00-04:00 Cat Chapin-Bishop

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Have you ever noticed how much the shape of a human spine resembles a dragon, with the head at the base of the spine, and the tail at the neck?

I have. I have had reason to.

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you may be wondering: what happened to it?

The Dragon happened to it, in the form of a post-influenza inflammation of either the sacroiliac joint or the L5 S1 disc, depending on which doctor you prefer to ask. And while I have had my share of back pain in the past, this is really my first encounter with chronic and serious pain.

I have not been able to sit for more than a few minutes at a time for about a month now.

When I sit still, or try to sleep more than a few hours, The Dragon gets me, with fiery breath and claws, and sharp electric teeth, up and down my leg from ankle to hip. I have come to dread my inner Dragon, my spine that will not tolerate stillness or rest.

I have been back at work for a little more than a week, but the 25-minute commute is often a real test of endurance. Once there (or, for that matter, at home, once out of bed) I have been forced to stay on my feet continuously. I can stand still for a limited amount of time–say, ten or fifteen minutes–before the pain becomes serious.

And I can walk.

Thank goodness, I can walk. Up at 4:30 AM, up at 4:00 AM, up at 3:00 AM, I can walk off the pain of lying still for too long. During the day, I can walk off the pain of standing at my desk, trying to work. At school, I pace endless circles in my classroom, like a caged lion.

But the best times are in the woods.

I don’t know why, but the time I have spent walking through the woods, cane in hand, have been the best times of all for pain control. I’ve walked the woods in moonlight, in rain, and in sleet. I’ve walked my woods on sunny afternoons and on nights almost too dark to see the path at all, at sunset and at moonrise. The woods have been my good, good friends. Even more than my NSAIDs and my heating pad, walking in the woods has eased my pain; sometimes The Dragon drowses, and sometimes she is actually lulled entirely asleep when I walk my woods.

But walking in the woods or lying on my couch, one thing I have not been able to do is write. Not write properly, developing an idea and letting it run. Peter has made me a standing desk, and I greatly appreciate it. I’ve been able to get at least most of the grading and planning I need to do for school done at that desk. But it isn’t truly comfortable, and it doesn’t encourage letting ideas wash up, one upon the other, like waves on a beach.

Or like a long, reflective blog post.

But here I am again. Though it looks as though real recovery is going to take a while, I was blessed this week by the arrival of something called a Lafuma Zero Gravity chair. It’s ugly–like a long, drawn out beach chair in its looks–but it’s amazing: a chair that reclines with a gentle nudge, and is upright with a gentle tug.

I am typing these words on my laptop computer, on a lap desk, on a lap that has been tilted back far enough that The Dragon that gnaws my bones when I attempt to sit is still asleep.

For the first time in almost a month, I can sit–because the moment I feel discomfort, with a motion, I can lie down.

The first time I sat in this chair, I wept. Tears of sweet, sweet relief.

Kircher: Flying Dragon

I am sure that, as my friend Mike suggests, The Dragon will wind up having things to teach me. Asking for help has never been my forte, for instance–and I’m certainly getting practice at it. Meanwhile, however, I’m grateful to be able to take some parts of this experience sitting down, at least from time to time.

And, for the next little while, I’m going to play it by ear when it comes to this blog. I may wind up
blogging less often than normal, or perhaps microblogging while I’m standing up. Or maybe I’ll wind up able to make enough use of this chair to continue to think out loud here, for the readers of QPR.

For the moment, I’m satisfied to have arrived at at least a momentary truce with The Dragon that Eats my Bones.
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