Have you ever had one of those nightmares where you are being chased by a bad guy and your body just won’t move fast enough to get away from him?
I’m kind of living it.
Yesterday I woke up feeling great, not a complaint in the world. When Penelope went down for her morning nap I decided to make those chicken meatballs that I posted earlier in the week so that I could have an awesome post workout meal.
I reached under the oven to get my cookie sheet and felt a little twinge in my back… no biggie.
I wiggled around to try to find the sore spot so that I could stretch it. I barely hunched forward and felt a much sharper pain.
“Great” I thought, “I shifted something and now I’m all out of whack.”
I was supposed to meet Brent at the gym to do a little workout. If I could just get him to pop my back I would feel great and I could carry on with my workout.
When I got to the gym he tried to pop my back but it wouldn’t budge. He told me to skip the workout and go to the chiropractor. He would keep Penelope for me. I called every chiropractor that we knew but no one was available. I was in a hurry to just pop this sucker back in to place and carry on with my normal day.
I finally found a place that does walk-ins… SCORE!
I went in and everyone was super friendly. I got on the table and as soon as the adjustment was over I could hardly get off the table. I was trying to stand there while he was talking to me about coming back in another two days but I could feel tears welling up. I couldn’t stand up right. I wobbled out of there wondering what the hell just happened.
As I tried to make my way across the parking lot my back kept threatening to go out on me. I didn’t even think I was going to make it to my car. As soon as I got in the car I started bawling. I was in SO. MUCH. PAIN.
I made it home and could hardly get out of the car. It took me so long to make it inside the house that I had lost it by the time I opened the door. I couldn’t stop crying.
Brent didn’t know what to do with me he had no idea what had transpired since he last saw me one hour earlier.
I tried to lay on the floor to relieve the pain but it just got worse. I tried to get back up… it was a ten minute struggle with me screaming the whole time.
I called my friend Tara a physical therapist to come over and check me out. After her assessment she was pretty sure I had a herniated disk. The whole twisting popping thing isn’t really the best thing to do for that.
Tara and Matt, watched helplessly while I writhed and screamed trying to get into a less painful position. I had made an appointment to see my doctor but I couldn’t stand up right without screaming. My body was giving out on me. I tried to crawl to the door because I had to see my doctor… I needed relief. By this time my head was throbbing and my whole body was shaking. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain.
Tara called the doctor and explained that she was my physical therapist and that I was not able to make it to the appointment due to the amount of pain I was in. He called in some muscle relaxers and some pain meds.
I had to wait two hours for the pharmacy to fill them. With the help of Brent and Matt I was able to sit on the couch and wait. I couldn’t do anything on my own. I tried to go to the bathroom but cried when I couldn’t get off the toilet. Brent had to come in and help me and I cried harder out of embarrassment.
With the help of my hardcore meds I was able to sleep through the night. When I woke up this morning I was paralyzed with fear and had a severe case of cotton mouth. I didn’t want to move, not even to get a drink of water.
Once I got up I found that I was able to move much easier that yesterday. I looked in the mirror and you could tell I was jacked up. My left hip is jutted far away from my body like I’m trying to be sassy. It hurts to sit. It hurts to look down at things. I can’t pick up my baby. I can’t put on my pants. I can’t cook my food. I’m basically screwed… all because I didn’t use proper form to pick up a cookie sheet.
Luckily Brent is home for the next few days.
I did however manage to weigh myself for the blog. Although, I had to keep my clothes on.
The scale read 196.8.
That’s a good number but I honestly don’t care. I just want to be normal again. I will never take my health for granted ever again.
With that being said I am going to go back into my narcotic haze and try to find a position that doesn’t kill me… and stay there.
Hope your Friday is better 🙂