February 17, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
Thank you, Mother Nature, for providing just enough snow yesterday (and just enough melty goodness) to make it slippery.
See, I had one of THOSE days where everything seemed to go wrong. School drop-off was mayhem. I had loads of housework to catch up on. I had to get things together for Bug Boy’s postponed school party. I burnt chocolate on the stove. I locked myself out of the house on the way to the party, my neighbors with the key were not home and I had to call my SIL three blocks away to wake the baby and drive the damn keys over to me because I was late for the party. And my keys were on the kitchen counter. And I couldn’t open any of the three gates leading to my yard, so had to go ALL the way around the side of the house and to the back of our property, through the garage and into the yard. Then I had to trudge through what’s left of our four feet of snow (thank goodness the dogs tramped some down for me) to get to the house, only to find that I locked the sliding door for once. Then on my way back all the way through the yard, through the garage and back around to the front of the house I slipped. Just a little wobble. Not enough to knock me down but I over compensated and WHAM! Pulled a muscle in my back. Except it turns out it wasn’t a muscle. Once again, I have managed to herniate my sacral disc doing something mundane.
One time I was bringing in groceries. Couldn’t sit for days. Needed help on the toilet. Another time I got out of bed the wrong way. Ouchy. Each time it goes out (once or twice a year) I go back to physical therapy and attempt to get it patched back up. Surgery was recommended but I am wary, due to the fact that they cannot guarantee the surgery will actually help (which is silly, so why get it?). So I suffer through with non-narcotic pain meds and a muscle relaxant. And PT. And a chiro and therapeutic massage to get the deep muscle kinks out. And it works.
Until I do something like, say, reach for a glass from the cabinet. Or sit on the couch. Or walk the dog. Or slip on snow.
It grows a bit tiresome but since the alternative is twelve weeks (give or take) of recovery? I’ll keep at it this way. Because there ain’t no way I’m gonna be laid up for twelve weeks with Bugaboo, y’all. Realistically it is just not gonna happen.
Who needs a sacral disc anyways? It’s just a muscle spasm, some sciatica, nerve pain and numbness down my leg. No biggie.