Winter Woes
I threw my back out yesterday. Something that happens rather frequently for me (not that I'm bragging) but it's seems to be a bit worse than is typical. So I did something I've never done in all the years of dealing with my stupid lumbar. I called a chiropractor.
I guess I had this vision in my mind that I would go down (hobble, shuffle) to their office, they'd pop my back a few times and voila! I'd be a healthy woman again.
Yeah.... right.
He popped my back. He popped my neck. He could change his profession to assassin with all the snapping and cracking he did.
Then he said, "I'd like to see you back again tomorrow."
What!? I wanted to cry. I felt so much worse than when I'd come in. He gave me some explanation about swelling and pressure and hammers and thumbs.
(When you take the hammer off the thumb, the thumb will still be swollen and painful, it takes time.)
So today I woke up, I felt a little better but then I tried to stand up. It wasn't pretty, there was a lot of crying out, a lot of slumping into my husbands arms.
(There was also a 7 year old boy standing nearby asking me why my belly was so big and how many babies I had in there.... nice.)
I hate back pain. I hate it, hate it, hate it. I wonder if this is what it feels like to learn to walk again. I can't wait to go back to the chiropractor today. I can't wait to have him pop and crack and snap. Maybe I'll feel better by tomorrow morning.
Maybe I'll go lay on the floor for awhile.
I've got the kids home from school today (canceled) which gives me two little helpers. Well one helper and one begrudging backup who'd rather sit in front of a computer screen than help his mom (I love him). Ralexwin is a phone call away and the appointment is at 2:30PM.
That means that I only have to survive four and a half hours. I can do that. Psh, my labors have all been longer than that.
I guess I had this vision in my mind that I would go down (hobble, shuffle) to their office, they'd pop my back a few times and voila! I'd be a healthy woman again.
Yeah.... right.
He popped my back. He popped my neck. He could change his profession to assassin with all the snapping and cracking he did.
Then he said, "I'd like to see you back again tomorrow."
What!? I wanted to cry. I felt so much worse than when I'd come in. He gave me some explanation about swelling and pressure and hammers and thumbs.
(When you take the hammer off the thumb, the thumb will still be swollen and painful, it takes time.)
So today I woke up, I felt a little better but then I tried to stand up. It wasn't pretty, there was a lot of crying out, a lot of slumping into my husbands arms.
(There was also a 7 year old boy standing nearby asking me why my belly was so big and how many babies I had in there.... nice.)
I hate back pain. I hate it, hate it, hate it. I wonder if this is what it feels like to learn to walk again. I can't wait to go back to the chiropractor today. I can't wait to have him pop and crack and snap. Maybe I'll feel better by tomorrow morning.
Maybe I'll go lay on the floor for awhile.
I've got the kids home from school today (canceled) which gives me two little helpers. Well one helper and one begrudging backup who'd rather sit in front of a computer screen than help his mom (I love him). Ralexwin is a phone call away and the appointment is at 2:30PM.
That means that I only have to survive four and a half hours. I can do that. Psh, my labors have all been longer than that.
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