Two days on steroids now. I have not gotten into any barroom brawls. That’s good! My leg still hurts, but not as much. That’s very good.
If Tuesday was a 10 on the pain scale, Wednesday was a 4… until I drove home. I guess gas pedals and sciatica don’t mix.
When I got home I sat on the couch but stretched out my leg and rested it on the coffee table. Big mistake.
I’m not where I was, but this is a setback I didn’t expect this afternoon. Back to a 7 or 8.
I will be more careful Thursday, though I’ve got to drive and later stoop and bend for my garden segment. I’ll be damned if I’ll allow this getting old crap to get to me!