I woke up a few days ago with a slight twinge in my lower back. Attributing it to sleeping wrong, I ignored it and went on my merry way. The next day, it hurt a little worse. "Good grief, I gotta learn to turn over when I sleep" was my thought. The next day, I reached under the kitchen table and the twinge turned into a LOT more. I whined and winced my way through supper that night. It hurt to sit, stand, lay, move, lift my arms, move my feet,...you get the picture. Got up the next morning and things had not improved at all. In fact, it had gone the other direction. I called my mommy to complain and beg her to let my little sister come take of care of me...I mean the kids so I could rest. Before my sister arrived to save the day, I helped Little Man out of his high chair. BAD IDEA. As I was hanging onto the kitchen chair, with tears streaming down my face, trying to keep from landing on the floor, Princess, with sympathy in her eyes, said to me, "It's okay if you fall on the floor, Mommy. I'll scoot you over to the door."
How thoughtful. I think her plan was to dump me outside and leave me to die while she and her brother partied it up in the house.
I sucked it up and called the chiropractor. Thankfully, they could squeeze me in the same morning. After some x-rays, he informed me that I didn't pull a muscle like I'd assumed. I have a pinched disc. He cracked my back in several places and sent me home to rest and ice it.
I'm more upset about the inconvenience of this then anything. I'm also SO thankful that all I have is a pinched disc versus whatever it is that my dad has wrong with his back. When his back goes out, it leaves the country. The pain (I would imagine) is comparable with childbirth, which, if you've ever given birth naturally (which I have), you know it HURTS.
Counting my blessings during this little trial! I'm thankful it's not worse. Thankful I was able to get into the chiropractor right away for some relief. Thankful that I have such a caring family who is willing to help me at the drop of a bucket. Thankful that they're not sick of me and my health issues yet :) Thankful that I have enough boutique orders that taking a few days off to let my back recuperate is going to make me VERY busy next week. Thankful that it's my back and not my asthma (I really like breathing).