the day i got old

i woke up last monday and couldn’t use my back. nothing happened to cause this, i just couldn’t move. i made use of some muscle relaxers that i’ve been holding onto for almost five years (slowly whittling away at my stash for fear that i’ll run out when i *really* need them). one long nap and a restful night’s sleep later, i was fine!

until this last weekend, when it snowed 5ish inches and i thought it a good idea to vacuum, shovel, and help a neighbor with their pretty big driveway.

before saturday was over, i could barely walk once again. on sunday, i tried a hot bath (the water wasn’t nearly warm enough—i lasted about 9 minutes), alternating heat and ice (the latter was difficult since it’s freezing outside), an icy hot patch, and deep blue rub. nothing was working… i knew that i’d have to go to urgent care on monday (a federal holiday), so after rodney made me breakfast (omg!) and i digested a bit, we drove over to union corners. there was a 2-hour wait for urgent care, but thankfully, they took my name and co-payment and we went back home. around 1, we went back and the appt took barely any time (also, my blood pressure is now well below the “borderline” zone—thanks to the anti-anxiety meds). the doc gave me an ibuprofen and tylenol schedule, along with another scrip for more cyclobenzaprine (which will probably last me another five years). he also suggested getting the book get on the ball, which has core strengthening exercises that i can do “while i watch the news”.

so, i’ve been basically laid up for the last three days, at home, working when i’m not resting. meanwhile, rodney’s been taking care of me, making breakfast and dinner, shoveling, doing dishes. it’s been hard for me to let someone take care, but he’s insistent. :)

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