Oh I've had a jolly time. NOT.
I have a chronic back problem.
My back hates me. That's about it.
I hurt my lower back about 20 years ago, whilst working in child care, carrying tables and not bending correctly. I've had issues on and off during the years, and when I don't stretch and take care of my back, it aches and gives me trouble.
The injury surfaced again in January this year, when I attempted to jog down the road, looking fit and healthy, but instead strained my back again.
After some physio I managed to keep it real until last Wednesday when I was getting out of the car at the bakery, buying the kids a pie and felt a twinge across my upper back.
And it was downhill from there.
The timeline is a very sad affair:-
Thursday - back kind of sore, but tolerable
Friday - back very sore, had some physio before work, and by the end of the day, I was in some degree of pain. The physio taped my back which really only gave me a rash and added to my already bad mood.
Saturday - back stuffed. Can't get out of bed without help. Can't walk, sit down, stand or squat on the loo without serious pain.
How do I explain it? Imagine a heavy glass ball seriously pressing on the lowest part of your back, near your tailbone, and every time you move, the glass ball sends out shards of glass penetrating your legs, arms and hips.
That's what if felt like.
All I could do was cry. Nothing else mattered. Saturday was hell day.
We drove into town and I don't even want to think about how much THAT hurt.
The Hubbster took the kids to a birthday party, but first, deposited me on the steps of the hospital. I was seen right away and perched myself on the edge of a chair and couldn't get up.
Like a little lost kid, I whimpered and sobbed and asked the kind doctor to help me up because I was totally stuck.
He explained that I need to have a management plan for my back, which includes medication for when it is really bad, and an exercise attack program for strengthening my core and my flabby stomach muscles.
I already know this, but you see, when my back feels good, I don't stretch. But I really have to......
The kind doctor gave me an injection of anti inflammatory drugs, and some meds consisting of anti spasm and muscle relaxant wonders, and also a nice little pill (Morphine anyone?) that got me back in the car and home.
Saturday was terrible. It took 10 mins to lay down, and I had to lay flat on my back which put alot of pressure on my chest. When I wanted to get up, The Hubbster had to slowly pull me up by the arm.
Sunday was much the same, but towards the end of the day, the anti inflammatory drugs must have been working, because I felt a little relief. I used a walking stick to get around, which the kids thought hilarious.
Walking sticks are good for reaching things on high shelves and for whacking the kids when they don't listen to me. I think I'll keep it.
Monday I was much better, and I slept most of the day, and just rested.
And today, I have a little more improvement. I'm just so scared of twinging my back again, so my movements are very slow and deliberate.
I have physio on Thursday and expect to get a scolding for not stretching my back and taking care of it. I really need to make this a priority in my life because I have felt so useless not being able to do anything.
The Hubbster and the kids have been amazing. My washing is up to date, the kids are fed and have clean hair and faces, and they have really looked after me. Thank you guys....
How's YOUR back?