Saturday, March 30, 2013
Earlier this week I hurt my back. How did I hurt it, you might ask? Was I doing some daring stunt? Did a masked man push me down a flight of stairs? Did a totally sweet back flip go awry? I would love it if I could use one of those excuses, because the truth is way, way more embarrassing.
I hurt my back walking down my hallway.
Seriously, I was just walking down my hall when my lower back spasmed. Over the course of the next few hours it got so bad I had to go to the emergency room. Just getting to the car and into the seat was total agony. Yet, I did nothing to actually injure myself, and that was humiliating to tell the doc.
According to x-rays, I didn't herniate a disk (whew!). But without an MRI, which I can't afford thanks to America's rather terrible health care problem, I didn't get one. They could more or less guess at what had happened, though.
They believe I tore a muscle during strength training, perhaps due to over training. It swelled and crushed my sciatic nerve. Which led to tons of sad agonies and ickiness. They gave me some horse pills and sent me on my way with some strict instructions:
(*)No lifting of even not-heavy things.
(*)No bending for more than using the bathroom until I can do so without pain.
(*)Take the pills as recommended, but also use plenty of alternating cold and heat.
(*)No working out for at least seven days, up to fourteen if I am still experiencing discomfort.
Damn. That last one threw me...I have gotten so used to make exercise a part of my weekly routine. But a week I HAD to take off of working out? Well, that sounded like a sweet deal to me. I would get to relax and not have to worry about it for awhile. This will be awesome!
I am now on day four, and let me tell ya, it ain't awesome. I find myself watching a show and wanting to do the exercises I normally would. I look into the bright morning with the spring air and I want to go running. I see a new workout video clip I am dying to try. As it turns out, exercise has become more than just a routine part of my day. It is a part of my LIFE, and I am missing out on it for another three days, minimum.
It's true what they say: you don't know what you've got till it's gone.
On a positive note, I have no pending health problems. Other than some arthritis in my back developing, which is, quote, "Just part of getting older. It's all down hill from here, Dear."