Baby Got Back

Oooooooooooooouuuuuuuuccccccccccchhhhhhhhhh! I have back pain, severe back pain. I reached into the fridge for yogurt, and SNAP I acquired the mobility of a hobbled horse. I've been informed that a muscle in my butt is having the equivalent of a panic attack. This wouldn't be so horrible if it wasn't for the fact that the lower back is involved in almost every major function of the human body. I can't even laugh without my back seizing. Today, I choked on a sneeze because I was writhing in pain.

When it comes to treatments, I've also discovered that everyone has their favorites. Ice it, heat it, roll it with a tennis ball. Go to the doctor, get a massage, visit the chiropractor. Rest, walk, stretch. Sleep on your back, sleep on your side, take some meds. Do the hokey pokey, turn yourself around, that's what it's all about.

So far I think my dad is right, it's just going to take time, but since I don't like crying opening at work because of the pain, I'm willing to try as many of the above options as possible. Here's what I've found so far. I'm not in favor of icing because Boston is cold enough without my sticking a block of pure coldness on my butt. Heat is okay, but you start to feel like a pot roast after a couple hours.

No one recommended it, but I've found a nice inbetween are IcyHot packs which have the added benefit of numbness. Meds are a must, but you've got to find the right ones for your body chemistry. 800 mg of Advil every 4 hours is working marvy so I'm going to put off going to the doctor unless I'm still miserable on Thursday. I went to a massage therapist and after dropping $60 I don't think I have the mulla for trying out a chiropractor. When it comes to sleeping I don't really care what position is best, I just can't wait until I can go back to sleeping on my tummy.

In the any case, I will continue hobbling, wobbling, and shuffling my way through the day while I try new treatments until that malicious butt muscle takes a chill pill.