Saturday, December 13, 2014
Yesterday morning at work, I was cleaning out the office supply closet to make room and packing up used toner cartridges to ship out to be recycled. The boxes were not heavy, but they were large and it was a little awkward to carry them with my bum knee. I think I must have twisted something because later in the afternoon, I reached below my desk for a ream of paper and I felt my upper back spasm up. It took my breath away. I reached around with my knuckles and tried to press it out but I could feel it was not going to go away. I have had this happen before years ago and the only thing that helped was large doses of Ibuprophen (Motrin), but I cannot take that now because I am on Naproxin (Aleve) twice a day for inflammation in my shoulder, and now knee too. I was pretty panicked at this point. I have too much to do this weekend.
I called the chiropractor's office and begged to be squeezed in with the massage therapist so I would not be laid up all weekend. Thankfully , she took me in at 4:30 on a Friday, even though I am not her client and had never seen her before. Bless her heart. She worked on me and advised me to go home and get into a bath of Epsom Salts. It really helped immensely. I decided right then and there that I am going to book myself a real massage (the all over kind for relaxation - not just to fix a spasm) every 10 pounds that I lose. This is something that I always wanted to do but could never "justify" the expense. It finally occurred to me that I can afford it and I deserve it. If I go every 4 weeks, I can save up $20 a week for this. I am pretty frugal. DH goes out to lunch several times a week and gets coffee nearly every day. He probably spends close to $30-$40 a week. Why shouldn't I treat myself and give myself a little positive reinforcement? I am doing it. Dammit.