Last Tuesday, I woke up early for some unknown reason. So, I decided that it was a sign that it was time to test out the old hip and go for a run. I haven't run since the Warrior Dash, I've kept it just to roller blading and swimming. I went for my run, did a little over 2 miles and then came home, because I didn't want to push my luck since my hip wasn't hurting at all. I got in the shower, ate some breakfast and then watched the news, waiting for the kids to wake up. Eventually, they did, and when I got up to get them, I noticed a dull ache in my back that hadn't been there before. For the rest of the day the ache got a bit worse. Fortunately we had our weekly session at the chiropractor that afternoon. After being interrogated on whether or not I had stretched (the answer was yes) and if I had done any heavy lifting or turned weird or fallen in the shower (all no's), Dr. Rich concluded that I had definitely done a number on my low back (hooray for me). He spent a good 15 minutes adjusting me. Then he told me to ice it- no heat, and to come back on Thursday.
Wednesday morning, I woke up at 4 AM and I tried to move. The pain had gotten incredibly worse and I couldn't figure out how to get out of the bed without making it hurt more. I had felt this pain before, and I remember it well. My junior year at Bethel, I had torn my psoas muscle in my hip/back and had spent all summer recovering from that. Somehow I got myself on my stomach and slid out of bed onto my knees and crawled (literally) to the bathroom. At this point, the room was spinning and I was sweating from the pain, so I stopped and laid down on the bathroom floor, which was a bad decision, because then I had to get back up on my hands and knees. I thought about yelling for Ryan to help, but then I remembered that he could sleep through a heavy metal rock concert in our bedroom. I eventually got my business done and made it back to bed. When Ryan got up for work, I had him help me get up and get downstairs. By the time he left for work, I had figured out that standing was the best and as long as I kept an ice pack on my back and tried not to move, I could get through the day. Unfortunately, with kids, you can't be still, so that wasn't going to work. I called the chiropractor and they got me in for a morning adjustment. It was a pain filled drive to the office but the adjustment helped and I was able to stand up when I left. I was told to come back in the afternoon, and that was a smart decision on his part, because a few hours after the adjustment the pain was back in full force. I was biting my lip and cheeks with any movement and trying not to cry when I took any steps or made any type of movement.
As the week went on and I continued with my "2 a day" adjustments, my back got better. Ice packs were still my best friend, and I traveled everywhere with them. By Sunday I was feeling really good and contemplated going to the gym for a swim, but Ryan wouldn't let me saying that it probably wasn't a good idea to push myself after hurting my back so badly. Monday I felt even better, but then I had a little setback. Chili Dawg had to have surgery on his ear, and when I went to pick him up, he was still a bit loopy from the anesthetic which if you have 4 legs isn't such a big deal, but when you only have 3 legs it's a bit harder to walk. He fell a couple times leaving the vet, and I had to pick him up and get him back on his 3 legs, which irritated my back. I'm sure you're asking why didn't I send Ryan to do that? Because, Chili is my dog. I didn't get to be with him for his amputation since that doctor was much closer to Ryan's work, so I was going to make sure he knew I was there for him for this surgery. Plus, look at how pathetic he looks in this picture.