April 12, 2007
You would cry, too
If it happened to you
-- Leslie Gore
So I hurt my back several weeks ago. I kept thinking it would magically heal itself, but no such luck. And after weeks of on and off again complaining, I finally headed the advice of my friends and parents. So last Monday, when I started to have back spasms, I dragged myself to the doctor. What a pleasant experience that was. I had to lay on the x-ray table (pretty much the same as a cold slab of concrete) in the most uncomfortable position my hurt back could possibly be in for what seemed like hours while they tried to figure out why the x-rays were coming out too light and unusable. After nearly 2 hours, counting wait time, I finally got the dreaded "pulled muscle/lumbar strain" diagnosis. There's nothing better than something as ambiguous sounding as a strain or pull. I got a shot and went on my way to get my prescription refilled. I was sad to discover that the muscle relaxers were not the good stuff and that I would be taking three a day and going to work. You know they aren't worth crap if you can still operate heavy machinery.
The next morning I barely made it through a shower. I couldn't bend at all. It even hurt to look down. I totally panicked and began to cry uncontrollably, thinking I would spend the rest of my life with wet hair and tepid showers since I couldn't do my normal routine. I called my mom and she came. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Trust me, you would've called your mom, too, if it was you. I had to miss two days of work. Which is beyond frustrating since off days in the spring/summer should be used for good and not evil. Anyway, I'm doing better but have had a little relapse today. The relapse has hurt my psyche just as much as it has physically hurt me. The trouble with back pain is there is no end, or at least that's what it seems like. It's not like a sinus infection that you can gage your progress of getting better by how your headaches are less frequent and that junk clogging your sinuses finally dissipates. With this, it's a day at a time and lord knows I'm not very patient.
All of this, coupled with the terrible March I had is taking its toll. I'm in terrible mood and everyone knows it. If you're reading this and also happen to have had any type of interaction with me in the last month or so, I apologize. I'll try to be more this and less this.
-- Leslie Gore
So I hurt my back several weeks ago. I kept thinking it would magically heal itself, but no such luck. And after weeks of on and off again complaining, I finally headed the advice of my friends and parents. So last Monday, when I started to have back spasms, I dragged myself to the doctor. What a pleasant experience that was. I had to lay on the x-ray table (pretty much the same as a cold slab of concrete) in the most uncomfortable position my hurt back could possibly be in for what seemed like hours while they tried to figure out why the x-rays were coming out too light and unusable. After nearly 2 hours, counting wait time, I finally got the dreaded "pulled muscle/lumbar strain" diagnosis. There's nothing better than something as ambiguous sounding as a strain or pull. I got a shot and went on my way to get my prescription refilled. I was sad to discover that the muscle relaxers were not the good stuff and that I would be taking three a day and going to work. You know they aren't worth crap if you can still operate heavy machinery.
The next morning I barely made it through a shower. I couldn't bend at all. It even hurt to look down. I totally panicked and began to cry uncontrollably, thinking I would spend the rest of my life with wet hair and tepid showers since I couldn't do my normal routine. I called my mom and she came. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Trust me, you would've called your mom, too, if it was you. I had to miss two days of work. Which is beyond frustrating since off days in the spring/summer should be used for good and not evil. Anyway, I'm doing better but have had a little relapse today. The relapse has hurt my psyche just as much as it has physically hurt me. The trouble with back pain is there is no end, or at least that's what it seems like. It's not like a sinus infection that you can gage your progress of getting better by how your headaches are less frequent and that junk clogging your sinuses finally dissipates. With this, it's a day at a time and lord knows I'm not very patient.
All of this, coupled with the terrible March I had is taking its toll. I'm in terrible mood and everyone knows it. If you're reading this and also happen to have had any type of interaction with me in the last month or so, I apologize. I'll try to be more this and less this.
Posted by Amy at 13:56:07 |
