grump.

Frustrated, harbouring an old mans backs which the regular visits to my osteo is only providing temporary relief, I’ve been cutting all activity back including the bike. Worst bit is the constantly disturbed sleep, so I’m a grumpy zombie to boot – headbutting door frames & knocking over kitchen crockery in the morning.
Still commute to work on the Jamis, but have lifted the saddle up 50mm, which makes grinding climbs on the s/s bearable, even though I am hunched over more to my ‘bars. But my hips don’t rock while pedalling – which is supposed to be the big sign of mal-adjusted saddles. I also threw on the ultra-slick Schwalbe Kojaks again in an attempt to go easy on myself. Hope it doesn’t rain though.
All this issue with my back is making me very quick to temper. At work, where I’m usually able to work around unpredictable setbacks with a measure of mechanical steadfastness, I’ve already sprayed 2x groups which I work closely with. At the time my thought pattern was that their initial failing could not possibly be outdone – perhaps even wantonly in an attempt to retort against my abusive rant – to result in a worse situation than what they had already placed me in. Therefore, I did let fly .
Also, I have absolutely no motivation to proceed with any of the large number of ‘work around the house’ duties that living in a 100yr old house entails. I spend my evenings coalescing on the couch or early to bed (regardless of how hopeless the prospect is right now). Lil Mr Moo is a shining light though & I have not baulked at picking him up even though it does involve a combination of, his efforts in trying to stand up, any surround furniture or walls to provide me leverage & all the might in my legs to go from completely squatting to standing. Grunts are heard by all. My significant other is a rock though, so there isn’t any reason for me to complain, but in this fog of disquiet I’m in, everything is tainted.