Boxing Day; which as my research would have it, doesn’t actually have a long tradition and was in fact created by Queen Victoria in the middle of the nineteenth century to ensure that even if Christmas Day fell on a weekend, the workers would still get a day off to celebrate with families and friends. Since then many families have created their own family Boxing Day traditions, be it the annual family golf day, the inevitable drive home to a different state, Monopoly or the simple act of sitting around and picking on leftovers.
This year I spent Boxing Day in my bed allowing my back to rest and recover from a small injury received Christmas Eve. As I did not want my pain to interfere with our Christmas Day festivities I made a conscious choice to dose myself up on pain killers and continue on with the fun and frivolity of the day. It was worth it and my family and our ‘orphan’ guests had a wonderful day creating memories through laughter, silliness and sharing funny stories.
I knew there would be a price to pay for a very successful Christmas Day, however, it wasn’t too bad, with a supportive family by my side they all knew the drill; mum stays in bed, they visit and bring me food and water and try and include me in some of their activities. This time during my confinement I got to make bracelets with my daughter, watch a Star Wars clip with my son and enjoy a coffee with my husband.
Living with chronic pain always makes life interesting and of course at times, creates tension amongst the family. Feelings of guilt plague me as I lay still listening to the goings on in the other rooms; people busily getting on with their day as I continue to lay still.
Nearly two weeks after Boxing Day and I am back in bed laying still. As I was not getting much relief from the pain I had encountered Christmas Eve I finally sought a professional opinion; this acute episode of pain is not skeletal and must be healed by lying still – hmmm, where have I heard that before? The good news of course is that this injury will be healed within a few days of bed rest and no yoga, no running and no cleaning.
Feelings of guilt begin to creep in as I know that in order to heal I must rest, however, I also have three children and a husband who need me to be an active member of this family. My patience is wearing thin as I am frustrated and my fuse is getting shorter as every minute passes – a side effect of acute and chronic pain thrown together. This time the solution is easy; my husband takes the children camping and I get to rest guilt free. Win win.