For the past 11 days I have been really laid up with a bad back ache. The dumb thing is, I really don't know what I did to have hurt it this bad...
I wish I could say I wrestled a Grizzly and won, or I fell off a horse, something a little more dramatic, but the truth is... I think when I picked up my little 20 pound dog at the vets that I twisted a bit funny and felt it kinda give me a zing, and then later that afternoon, when I was helping my daughter in law pull her chair out, at Chili's that I felt another little zang, and by the time I got in my car I was looking through my purse for the Advil, and trying to remember where I put the heating pad at home.
After 5 days of trying to be tough I gave in and went to the Dr, and he gave me some muscle relaxant that didn't do a dang thing for my back, just made me so I couldn't walk in a straight line.
Had a sweet neighbor come over and show me a couple tricks that had helped her and actually helped me for a day or two. But by Sunday I was miserable again.
This week I was in so much pain that Sean came home from work early took me to the Dr. who sent me straight over to physical therapy. After 3 treatments I am finally able to stand for more than 15 minutes without wanting to cry, but I am still not a big fan of sitting:)
SO the moral of this story is that I am to young to feel this old. Once I get the Dr's o.k it is back on the bike and time to start addressing, HOW I am not going to do this to myself again, I am not entirely sure what that means; Yoga, or Pilates, dare I say losing weight Ugh.
If you see me hobbling around again, you may assume I have wrestled a Grizzly:)
"If you do nothing, nothing will change"
~ Steve Hefferon (The Healthy back Institute)
