A week’s vacation, then two days of work, and now I’m home today. I’m just not cut out for this work stuff!
Actually, it’s my back. I did something to it on Sunday when I washed my car. I was crouched down cleaning one of the wheels and when I tried to stand up, there was great pain in my lower back and I couldn’t move. It took a couple of minutes before I could stand up straight, but then I had to finish the other wheels on the car. Slowly, gingerly I did. I got through the rest of the day okay, with only a twinge every now and then. I even went for my usual walk, though I had to go a bit slower than usual. So I figured it would be okay.
Except it seized up again Monday morning. It took me forever to get out of bed! But it calmed down to a manageable roar, as they say, and as long as I moved carefully and minimized any bending over, I was okay.
But Tuesday morning it was worse. It took me even longer to get out of bed. Still, I was able to get to work, but then I thought, WTF? Why do I have paid sick days? So what if this is only the first week back after Spring Break? My back hurts, dammit!
So I booked a substitute teacher for the next day (Wednesday), and got through Tuesday as best I could. I planned to rest my back as much as I could on my day off – and maybe do my grocery shopping and some laundry, if I could move well enough.
And now it’s Wednesday and I’m at home and I’m getting concerned. I’ve had lower back issues before, but nothing that lasted quite this long without the pain abating. Of course, all kinds of stupid scenarios are running through my head: I’ve got a slipped disc, I’ve got a tumour, I’ve got cancer, I’ve got MS, I’ve got arthritis, I’m old and decrepit, I’m basically dying.
What I’ve really got is an imagination. If I would actually – here’s a novel idea! – go to my doctor or maybe try a chiropractor, I’d probably feel a lot better simply because I was DOING something about it. I’ve also not even taken any pain medication to date, which you would think would be the first step when something hurts this bad.
But I would like to know what’s really going on with my back. If I knew that I had some particular problem with it, then perhaps the pain might be preventable or even just manageable in the future. Or at least I’d know what I was dying of.
All I know right now is that apparently I must never wash my car again.