So I don’t know exactly what I did, but I did it good.
My lower back started to twinge a bit two weeks ago. Then it started to stiffen up a bit more. Then over that weekend it was getting pretty aggravated and aggravating. I very carefully went about my chores last Monday—laundry, vacuuming, changing beds. And then on Tuesday I was in trouble.
I nursed it with heat, I stopped lifting everything heavier than the milk jug, stopped bending down (because I couldn’t,) and let my house get dusty. By Friday I was moving less and less, so finally went to the doctor. He diagnosed me with a lumbar sprain and sciatic nerve flare up and gave me prescriptions for Motrin and muscle relaxants. Unfortunately, I got worse instead of better and last night, when Mister started crying at 3:00am, I stumbled out of bed, took one step, two steps, and collapsed on the ground.
You guessed it…”I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!!!”
Zan helped my decrepit body to it’s hands and knees and then took care of Mister. I managed to crawl back to my bedroom and claw my way back to bed, but was scared to death of facing the morning.
Long story short, I could not support my own weight this morning and got a med change and an emergency visit to the physical therapist. I’m still in a scary predicament, every step being a crap shoot as to whether I will remain on my feet, but at least I am able to support some of my own weight this afternoon. A slipped disc is suspected, but my PT will see what the next two days of treatment brings in terms of improvement. Crossing my fingers that this is just a really bad reversible strain.
Lordy Lordy I hate Forty.
Wish me luck!