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Mar. 29th, 2009 03:32 pmBallsed up my back last night. While I know how to lift heavy things (thighs! not back, never ever back) my family don't. Also, they're short, which is ridiculously bad for me. Broke every manual handling rule last night, they did. Eva got a new shiny TV, so we took her old 38" CRT to replace the awful one in the granny flat that somehow made foreheads look 2' high. Grand. Except getting 40kg+ of awkward, slippy, unevenly weighted CRT out of the back of Eva's car is harrrrrrd whiiiiiine. 20 minutes of 4 of us, all different heights, me stuck at the back trying to get a grip (as usual) and we'd moved it about 6 inches out of the boot before I felt an ominous crack as Martha pushed from inside the car and I tried to catch it... Not enough to cause pain, but thankfully a warning. That's it, I'm not doing anymore. After that Eva wandered off to drag in a couple of neighbours who just lifted it out and straight into the sitting room. Yay boy strength! Boo calling them in the middle of the match. Oops.
I'm on Difene to relax the muscles. Mmm Difene. Annoyingly, keeping active is better for me than staying in bed, so I'm off now to clear out the wardrobes a bit.
I'm on Difene to relax the muscles. Mmm Difene. Annoyingly, keeping active is better for me than staying in bed, so I'm off now to clear out the wardrobes a bit.