I have no idea what happened. All I know is that I woke up with a back that hurt so bad I almost couldn’t get out of bed. This is not a new phenomenon, mind you. My back had gone out off and on (say two or three times a year) for over twenty years. This morning was different. Usually I am bent over with pain and cannot straighten up. Today I could stand straight but not bend over.
So – getting dressed. Hmmmm Underwear and socks were a particular challenge. I had planned on doing a five-hour hike on the Westwood Ridges. Change my pans? Silly – of course not!
I managed to get my hiking boots and gaiters on – wasn’t easy. I found some interesting positions – sort of a half crouch while leaning against the wall and then pulling myself back up on various pieces of furniture. Was thinking – please don’t let me have to pee while I am out in the woods. Have no idea how I wound get down let alone back up again. Can I learn to pee standing up? I might be about to find out.
And so off I went. Abby and I hiked just fine. It hurt for the first hour or so and gradually eased into a consistent ache. I can live with that but it’s tiring.
I should mention that I don’t believe in bed rest (is that obvious?) or pain killers.
We did okay. The day started off with sunny patches and good views to Mount Benson on the first ridge – touches of snow on top:
Once home, I could hardly get out of the car. But I managed. And I had a nap – and a hot bath. Am now sitting on the edge of my chair and standing up periodically so that my back doesn’t seize up. I know that it will be fine soon. I just have to keep moving. Oh – and the peeing thing? Yes, I needed to go. I held it. It seemed the lesser of two pains.