Darn it – my back hurts! Okay, not complaining (well maybe just a bit.) but it really doesn’t feel good. The problem when your back is sore is that you have to go into some very strange contortions to do ordinary things and that can put other parts of your body out of whack resulting in other aches in strange places.
For instance, getting dressed. Have you considered how to get dressed if you can’t bend over? Oh fine, if you happen to live with someone, you can get help. As for me, I only have Abby and if I hand her my underwear, she’ll simply carry it around, not pull it up over my legs. Yes, I know, I should have trained her better. Mea culpa!
So I hook my panties (and trousers) over my legs and wiggle them up until I can reach them with the tips of my fingers. Putting on shoes is also problematic. I have to do the semi-crouch, lean against the wall thing. And believe me, if you live along, you do not get to lie down in bed all day. Someone has to walk the dog, prepare the meals, do the laundry etc. etc. It’s all about finding fixes for doing all that. Even picking up an empty laundry basket is an exercise in ingenuity. (use one hand while crouched down to pick grab basket. Then place the other hand on thigh and push quickly hoping you will propel body upwards.
Feeling proud that I got it all done, including work which is, oddly enough, the toughest part. Sitting is the hardest. I semi-sit on the very edge of the chair so that I can also semi stand. Getting up requires a few minutes of adjusting once I get to my feet. The adjusting part is waiting for the sharp pain to go away.
All that said, I think it’s getting a bit better. And no, I still refuse to take pain killers. Those are not for me. I trust my body to do what it needs to do to get well. And I will get well – and quickly.
I refuse to curtail activities. I suspect that even if I had help, I wouldn’t acquiesce to it. I’m one tough old broad. hehehe