I was hesitant about how work was going to go with my back that was finally feeling normal again. Driving the stick shift pickup with old shocks and a bench seat (That thankfully Chad was able to move up so I could reach everything easier). I grabbed my ice pack and tucked it behind me to ice while I drove. Having the seat made a big difference and I was able to lift my right leg into the car (quite a ways of the ground) with only the smallest twinge of pain. My post partum assignment was good to me giving me time to ice my back periodically while charting. I did have one triage patient that requested me so I got to do that as well making the work load a little more even as the triage nurse was much busier than I was. There was time to visit with the volunteer who was wise, joyful and interesting to talk to. It was one of those days that we are all so thankful to have every once in a while meaning my back didn’t even notice that I was off work. I am on the mend, but being on the cautious side. Grandpa hasn’t been letting me lift or help move anything I’m sure that is helping too. Gotta feel the love for sure.