Today I got my new back brace. It’s looks like a warrior breastplate, and it’s tight. It’s supposed to be snug to give me the support I need, and I’m told it’s fitting appropriately so I know it’s not too tight, but it’s uncomfortable. It forces the use of muscles I don’t normally use, which I suppose is a good thing.
Getting in and out of it is an ordeal. The clinician at the brace company told me it’s a two-person job, but I live alone so I’m forced to put it on myself. I trust that that will get easier with time.
I can’t believe I’m going through this. My friends laugh and tell me “welcome to your 60s,” although they are extremely sympathetic and supportive. It’s just hard to believe I have six compression fractures on my spine. Some of you have asked how that happened, and it wasn’t a fall or an accident. It appears to be the repeated lifting I do at work, sometimes of items up to 25 pounds.
Since my job requires lifting I don’t know what the future holds at that company. I’m updating my resume, but I can’t start job hunting until I get back to work since I have to go back to that job once my short-term disability leave period is over.
Anyway, that’s the latest on my back. Thanks for all of your support and understanding.
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