It’s been really busy in the past few weeks, my SO has still been suffering with that back pain – and being really strong and soldering on, in spite of what is agony almost every morning for her – so we’ve been getting very little or disjointed sleep. She’s been able to manage about five to six hours most nights, and we’ve taken to napping in the afternoons a lot of the time, too. We know what’s going on, and it’s just a matter of her strengthening her back, at this stage, but apart from that, there’s not much to be done. Hot showers and a back massage seem to help a little, relaxing those muscles. It’s just a pity that she’s better at massages than me.

Work has been hectic, but being able to work from home has been a Godsend with my SO so under the weather. I can make sure that she’s well taken care of, and still get all my work done, no matter what time I’m awake or asleep. I’m really enjoying working from home, and no longer having to commute to work has been fantastic! I’ve gotten an hour or two extra in every day!

All my financial interests have largely been put on hold. I’m still keeping watch on all those investments and offshore financial services, which seem to have some alright rates at the moment, but I think I’ve decided against investing in international real estate. I just don’t want the trouble that could come of it, I mean, invest in Panama real estate, for example… Nah, not for me. I would hardly ever see the place!

Anyway, that’s an odds and ends post there, now hopefully they can be a little better put together!

Most of this comes from the severe lack of sleep I’ve had, due in large part to my sympathy towards an ailment my SO is currently suffering from. She has a back issue, currently, so she can’t sleep properly, and keeps waking up with severe pain somewhere between four-and-a-half to six, very occasionally seven, hours after going to bed. Now, I like a good eight hours, but when I see her getting up, I can’t let her go off to deal with it by herself, I want to help, so I get up with her and help her any way that I can.

That’s fine, that’s part of a relationship, and I know she’d do the same for me. I’m happy to help her whenever I can. The issue arose this week, however, of a colleague from work asking for my assistance to open a bank account specifically for offshore finance investments and the like. He’s heard me talking about such things in the past, and thought of me when he decided to get into that sort of thing.

Normally I wouldn’t mind helping him out, but it would mean doing it on the weekend, and I think this weekend I want to do little apart from sleeping and playing Plants vs Zombies. So I set him on the right path, at least, and told him he can either go ahead with it whilst I’m finding the right time to help him out, or he can investigate banks by himself and go ahead on his own steam.

Thankfully he understood that I’m not intending to be rude or mean or such, but that I’m really just suffering, like my SO, after a week of very little sleep! Alright, now I’m off for a kip, then I’m going to play more of that addictive little game. I can’t get that song out of my head, either… I may be starting to lose it.

I have no idea what I did to cause this injury; it is fairly recent so I know it has nothing to do with that car accident a little while back, but for the last few days I can’t take a big step, or pain. Can’t take a deep breath, or pain. Can’t get off the couch, or pain. Can’t get off my computer chair, or pain. I now have this funny little pillow stuffed into the small of my back so I am sitting here like a goosed cat, trying not to move for fear of… pain.

I don’t deal with this sort of ongoing pain all that well, to be honest. I feel entirely irritable and resent my body’s needs for food and bathroom facilities, because both of those things require me to move from the relative comfort I can find in sitting and not moving. Right now for instance, I am aware that I need to go out to the supermarket or I won’t be having dinner tonight… I’m really not looking forward to that trip. Hobbling around the supermarket, carrying anything over a five kilos, and putting away my groceries all sound like good ways of being in heightened pain for the next few hours.

So I don’t know how long I can expect to feel this sore, but I have to say, I am really, really, really, looking forward to not having back pain. I mean, is there anything else that can make you feel as elderly and fragile with as much ease as back pain? I really hate the mysterious pain too, as if your body is telling you it can’t really be bothered trying to hold itself together now, so really, your stuffed.

I can just imagine in the next few posts I am going to be complaining that my neighbours play their music too loud, that I can’t work my DVD player, that the bubbles in coke hurt my tongue, and that I have to cut the post short or I am will miss the early bird special.