
And then it hit! The woman who just two weeks earlier had hiked the Escudilla Trail to its 9,560 foot elevation summit couldn't move and was in agony - screaming in agony, pain like nothing I had ever felt before radiating down my left thigh and calf.
Lord knows how many heavy-duty pain pills, MRI, direct steroid injections to my spine later - I was still, first week of February, a blubbering, immobile wreck. My Valentine's day was spent in surgery - out patient at that, and the surgeon performed what he described as a "text book laminectomy decompression" for spinal stenosis.
An eternal optimist I simply assumed that day two I'd be hitting the trail again and back to my old routine. Not so - over four weeks now and week two into physical therapy I can finally walk a mile (my old routine was five miles a day), climb stairs. I cannot squat or bend! So to get the dog's bowl filled I kneel to pick it up, haul myself upright again, fill bowl, kneel to put it back on the floor. Dog is absolutely convinced that I have finally figured out he is a deity and giving him the respect he deserves.
One other take-away from all this is the havoc that narcotics wreak on your system. I was a full week in withdrawal from the pain killers I'd been taking - night sweats, nightmares, skin crawling, nausea, splitting headache.
The lesson from all this - do not take your back for granted! Stay limber, flexible. Learn the correct way to bend, lift, move furniture. Take advantage of Silver Sneakers gym memberships, pay attention to warm-up stretching - and in my case, get off my high horse and ask for help once in a while. My therapist showed me a neat way to get into a car - one I note the royal family uses - turn sideways, fanny on the seat, gently swing legs in! Saves a really nasty twist to the back.
I'm not pain free yet , might never be - but I am humbled and resolved to take better care of my back in future.
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