My age doesn't show it, nor do my looks from what I'm told. I'm old. Let's just face it. I forget things even when I write them down. I forget things I was suppose to do. I forget things I was suppose to pick up at the store. I forget what I was doing on my way to doing it. But this, this tops them all...
I threw my back out by not doing anything at all. I didn't twist or turn too fast. I wasn't playing too rough outside with the kids. I wasn't moving furniture around the house. Nothing.
Last Friday I woke up and my back felt kinda sore. I took some Motrin and went on about my day. We had a picnic in the park at Charlie's work. Really, we just did nothing but hung out and talked all day. We had dinner and came home and played cards.
Saturday I woke up and noticed that my back really felt hurt. I could still move around and do stuff but decided to not help out with the yard work and take it easy. By that night I was laid up on the couch nearly in tears. I was in so much pain. Sitting hurt. Standing hurt. Laying down hurt. It all hurt. But I was determined to make it through the weekend and see a doctor first thing Mon. morning.
I didn't sleep at all that night. Pain was all I felt. Sunday morning came and I finally decided to see a doctor once the clinic opened up. He did a few tests and determined that I only had a muscle spasm. He gave me an anti-inflammatory medicine and a muscle relaxer. Immediately, I took them and fell fast asleep.
It took a few days of sleeping in, the girls and Charlie taking over, being waited on hand and foot and not getting up unless to use the restroom. By Wed. I was over being laid up in bed. And I was feeling much better, yea!
I still don't know how it happened unless it's true that you can throw your back out by just being plain old. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better now. I'm looking forward to the end of next week when our vacation begins!
