I brought it on myself. Y'all know we are moving soon. I am trying to move all the small stuff myself, so as to save a few bucks when we call the people who will move the large pieces of furniture. The last time we moved I did the same thing......but that was 31 years ago and
I was a sweet young thing....I was 41 then. My back could take much more abuse and recover in a matter of hours. Now? Not so easy.
Over the weekend, my children and four of the grandchildren helped me pack and deliver to the new house. Yesterday, I had some time, so I loaded the van twice and took more stuff over there, carrying some of it to the middle and upper floors. Bad decision. I should have left it on the first floor, and cajoled someone else into carrying all of it to its eventual location.
Last night, in bed, I went to sleep okay, but woke up 5 hours later with bad sciatica (pain in the hip, knee and foot.) I got up and took some Adv*l; reclined in my chair and it went away. At 8:30 am, I had an appointment to take my car in for servicing. I waited there for an hour, and upon getting up, found I couldn't straighten up all the way - due to the pain across my waistline. I stayed that way all day, despite shopping, taking in a pool sample for testing, going to the pharmacy and getting into and out of the car all day long. Often, I can "work it out" by staying busy - but not today. I finally got desperate enough to put an ice pack on my back - which I should have done much earlier in the day. I knew that...but forgot to do it.
The two car wrecks I have had (people rear-ending me) in the last 4 years have taken their pound of flesh, so to speak. My once strong back is showing me, all too often, that it will not withstand the stresses I subject it to on a daily basis. I am by nature an active person. Having to sit around nursing a bad back is not my idea of how to live life, nor is lying around with an ice pack on my tail.
Where backs are concerned, time heals all - but I don't have a lot of time - since the move looms and there is still much to be done. Oh, WOE is me.
Thanks for letting me rant and if I do it again anytime soon, somebody slap me silly and tell me to get on with life.