Friday, August 11, 2017
Well, 3 weeks ago yesterday my sister and I triumphantly crossed the finish line of our 5K. It was more difficult that I expected as I had never done a 5K on anything other than a paved path. But we did it. I felt fine Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday. Monday was super busy at work and I spent a lot of time sitting. Toward the end of the day my lower back started locking up. When I got off work I went straight to the chiropractor. Felt pretty good when I left there. But the next morning I couldn't get out of bed the pain was so intense. After I was finally able to get up, my son took me back to the chiropractor. They determined that my sacroiliac was out again. I had fallen earlier this year and knocked it out of place but a few adjustments and I was good. I was not so lucky this time. She had gotten in back in Monday, but the muscle spasms were so intense it had popped back out. They sent me home with a Tens Unit, which is electrodes that you put on your back. The pulsations help the muscles relax. Unfortunately I missed the rest of the week at work. I have never had pain that intense. My son and my brother have taken good care of me bringing me anything I needed. After multiple visits, electrodes and ice, I was finally beginning to experience some relief on Friday. Then the defeating news came. No gym for at least 3 months. I can't lift anything over 5 lbs for another 3 weeks. The only thing I am allowed to do is slow, careful walking on a flat surface. How could something so fun end up like this??? My chiropractor thinks it was probably the rough, uneven surface and the up and down of the mountain trail that did me in. I did stumble once over a rock so maybe that's what did it. All I know is that I'm still experiencing some soreness in the muscles that gives me pause when I get up or down. I have ice packs at home and at work. At first, when the pain was so incredibly intense, I was ready to throw in the towel and just say forget it. I'm 62, why do I need this hassle? It seems the old saying "no good deed goes unpunished" has been pounding on me all year. One thing after another and this was just the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm still not sure what I'm going to do at this point. Not that I have much choice other than to follow the doctor's instructions. I certainly don't want that kind of pain again. So, as I sit here on the couch with the ice pack to my back, I'm trying to decide whether to just say goodbye to Spark and carefully go on about my day or stay plugged in and figure it out. It's so frustrating. All I wanted was to be the healthiest, strongest me I could be. Is that too much to ask for me? Sorry for the pity party. Just really, really confused at this point.