Built a bookshelf, paid the price. Still proud of myself
The corner bookshelf I ordered came in today, and I was so excited I didn’t want to wait till tomorrow to put it together. I live alone and am single so there wasn’t anyone to help, but I didn’t think it would take too long or be that complicated. Ive built a lot of my furniture in the past, so I thought it would be easy. I was so wrong. I vastly underestimated how much work it would be, but also the limits of my body. My back has been getting worse over the past year, I didn’t fully realize till tonight how bad it’s gotten. Halfway through I started getting light headed and nauseous from how bad my pain was. I took a small break, but I couldn’t leave it in 2 pieces and everything on the ground for tomorrow. Especially with how curious my cat is. So I pushed through and finally after 4 hours, I finished it. But now I’m laying in bed, medication not even touching the pain, lidocaine patches on, and moving and walking is unbearable. I try to keep to myself about anything related to my pain, I’ve found that talking to friends about it can end up negative. And I felt like I needed to share with someone so I’m writing here. The pain is sitting heavy with me right now, but I’m proud of myself for building that bookshelf.