A sob story

Well, last week disappeared in my small world of hurt. With those back issues. It was pretty good on Wednesday night - and there would even be a witness out there that I was seen running across George Street about 10.00pm Wednesday night heading for a bus, and I thought "yay, I'm running". So, Thursday morning I thought I'd go for a jog, got out of bed, dressed and out the door, made it about 20 metres down the street and thought "nope, nope, nope, I can't do this" - and I thought my pain threshold was reasonably high. Then I thought, well maybe everything is just cold and stiff cause it's morning, so I got back home and did some stretching. Big mistake. I hobbled into work. On the way home on the bus that day I wondered why everything was hurting like this, and then I had a flashback! In the process of getting these plants, my friend had said maybe he could pass them over the verandah, and so I, without thinking much, did a bit of a leap over the balcony railing to the ground below, which was actually a significant drop (maybe about 7 feet) and I don't think I landed so great (obviously I've forgotten how to do stunt balcony exits) and had silly shoes on (canvas lace-ups with no sole).

Anyway, once I remembered that I thought maybe I shouldn't just grit this out and went to the physio on Friday. Apparently one side of my pelvis is twisting off to the side and pulling my tail bone with it. I've always had a slight rotation of the pelvis (a physio told me that years ago) so I don't think this is a new thing, I just aggravated it all somehow. And apparently if your core structure is out but you have worked up the big muscles around it they start pulling on it every which way, which then gives you grief. Anyway, he told me not to run for a least 48 hours (boo hoo! - I feel like a fat, slobbish caged animal) and not to do stretches, yet. Instead I have to do this sophisticated exercise which amounts to little more than practising standing up straight. I do find going to the physio quite fascinating (and maybe this is more biological information than most people care about). Everytime I go for the next ten minutes I want to be a physiotherapist. He did something in my lower back and then rubbed furiously at a spot on the back of my calf muscle and I thought "ooh yeah! - how did he know that would be hurting?". But many of your lower limb nerves run through holes in your pelvis, which is why if that is messed up pain shoots down your legs - and everywhere.

So I'll stay off jogging for a spell (till I start climbing the walls) but it's all on the mend and I am thankful I haven't done anything more drastic. (I'm also getting some long-term solutions from the physio which might help towards the underlying problems that have always been there, but don't usually bother me - stuff like standing up straight, which is a good thing.) I have a new appreciation for people who live with chronic pain, because it's horrid - though perhaps they do something more about it than the occasional aspirin.

Anyhow, the moral of this story, folks, is don't just go leaping off high things, and be careful with your lifting.