I have thrown my back out and it hasn’t been a pleasant experience for any of us. What started out as a sore back turned into a total cannot-walk-twist-bend-cough-sneeze-without-pain. It was bad on Saturday so Jim told me to lay on the floor to stretch my back out. That worked so well that I rolled right over and went into some yoga moves. Did some cat/cows. Then some cobras. May have thrown in a downward dog. Got to my feet and pressed the palms of my hands into the floor while standing–with my legs spread a bit because I ain’t no yogi. Threw in a few shimmies just for fun. Went and ate dinner.
Discovered I was paralyzed when I stood up after dinner. The pain was excruciating. A few years ago I had a pulled muscle on my flank that hurt. That was nothing compared to this. I could barely move.
The thirteen steps to the second floor were daunting. I started going up. I had to face perfectly straight ahead and couldn’t use the handrail because it twisted me out of alignment. Jim helped the best he could, but he’s still recovering from his shoulder surgery. I got to the bend in the stairs and tried to make the turn. I couldn’t. Twinge. Zing. Ping. Pow.
I cried. I told Jim to go on without me. I was going to live on the stairs. He said that wouldn’t work for him because he needed to get up and down the stairs. Aaron came to help and I got to the top where I stood, frozen, for a long while.
Our bed is high so getting into it was an ordeal. Jim pointed out, quite regretfully, that maybe a high bed wasn’t a good idea. I almost suggested he rip the legs off it but he didn’t look like he’d be willing to do that. I got into bed with lots of cries of pain and bad words. After having to get out and in to go to the bathroom, I decided to limit liquids.
It’s gotten better since then. Jim has described me as sounding like a zombie (we were watching The Walking Dead) and our elderly dog Sabrina who makes noises in her sleep. I might be more like her than I like because I almost bit him when he was helping me into the car because he hurt me. I think he’s purposely driving over pot holes; he says he can’t avoid them.
My doctor hasn’t come through with the requested muscle relaxants. An internet search suggested Valerian root as a natural muscle relaxant. Works a bit and the cats love the packaging and the bottle. I’m tempted to rub a capsule on one of their toys to see what happens.
Internet searches for caring for an injured lower back are contradictory. Rest. Exercise. Ice. Heat. Anyone have any advice? I’m open to anything…