It's part of testing my limits and strength I suppose. I had a wobble this morning - did too much, attempted to lift something just a little bit heavier than I can manage. I didn't actually lift it but the slight bending and even the partial effort caused a back muscle to twinge. I think I'm OK but I've scared myself.
When I get caught up in a task or project something akin to obsession - enthusiasm's shadow - can take over and common sense is all too easily cast aside. I can't afford to let this happen in the future, it's how I first injured my lower back four years ago. Vigilance has to be the watchword when it comes to health, and to be truthful I'm not sure I know how to change, how not to be caught out again.
And I so want to have my life back. I'm doing more, trying new things, making plans to venture out of the house. All good but it would be terrible to let obsession and impatience ruin it. For now at any rate, caution trumps everything else.
Now to let the panic subside. Wait. Think. Breathe. I need my guardian angel to materialise at moments like the one this morning, tap me on the shoulder and remind me. Festina lente.