Sometime between this week and last I put my back out. And I feel so sorry for myself.
You don’t even understand.
Because my back isn’t just a bit sore.
It’s not something I can take medication for and it goes away in a bit.
No, I actually put my back out.
And apparently this is normal.
The pain kind of built and built until one day when my alarm went off I found I couldn’t sit up. (That’ll learn me never to try becoming a morning person again.) After a couple failed (and painful) attempts I opted to barrel role out of bed. And I did it pretty effectively too, seeing as how I got out of bed and didn’t fall.
From there it has been a downhill slide. The day was horrible and I couldn’t sit down at work. The plus side of that is my desk is high enough to stand at so it wasn’t weird.
The next day my arm went numb. Like, my entire arm.
Think of it folks. I’m a writer. Now I can’t sit and I can’t use one of my arms.
How am I supposed to do my job?
So there was that.
And also there was the confusion over why my body was rejecting me.
So I went to the walk-in clinic. I explained what was happening, the doctor felt a few places in my back and referred me to a massage therapist. He didn’t seem phased about my arm, even though I repeated myself just in case he didn’t catch it the first time around.
Then I called the therapist. After explaining my story I was informed since it was a long weekend I would have to wait five days before I could get in.
Again with the non-concern!
Eyes brimming with tears I booked the appointment and then called every other massage therapist I could get a number for. Over and over I got the “long weekend story” yadda yadda until finally three hours later I got a call back from someone who could take me if I left right away.
“How close are you to the clinic?”
Honestly? I didn’t even know who was calling. The clinic? No clue. So I clarified.
“Well, pretty far. Like 30 minutes or more”
And you know what? I was so desperate I did. I drove 40 minutes to someone who would see me despite the “long weekend.” Someone who thought my arm going numb was cause for at least some concern.
But still, it felt a bit crazy.
Anyway, now the long weekend is over and I did survive. But it has been one of those ones I’d rather not remember. My body hates me, my arm is still tingly, and I’m so far behind in my work I’m sweating just thinking about it.
Funny thing is, apparently most of my issue isn’t my work posture but my stress level.
So I’ve had a lot to think about while stuck lying on heating pads on the floor.