Back Problems
So this morning I woke up, attempted to roll over, and couldn't. Well I knew I 'could', but I also knew that if I tried I would experience excruciating pain. My body was telling me not to, so I braced myself and attempted to sit up. "That hurt," I said to myself.
What kind of 19 year old has such bad back problems that I can't move my neck AT ALL today without sending a horrible spasm up and down my back. I tried taking over the counter meds this morning. No help. I tried using a heating pad. No help. So I went to the doctor, and I will now be going to physical therapy 2-3 times a week for the next 8 weeks. That will be fun to try and schedule around my school and work schedule.
But she did give me more muscle relaxants so that should help tonight. I am waaaay to young to be dealing with this.
And, to cheer me up, on the way home from the doctor, my dad says to me, "just think. If your back is this bad now, imagine what it will be like in 20 or 30 more years."
Thanks dad, I really needed that.
Showing posts with label Ouch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ouch. Show all posts
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Stacy's club....
I can now say that I have joined Stacy's club....of falling down stairs. Today as I was leaving my house I was wearing these wooden high heels and walking down the stairs from the house into the garage (theres about 6 concrete stairs down to the main level from the doorway) and my heels aren't exactly flat on the front portion. On the 4 stair from the bottom or so, I lost my footing and tumbled down to the main level. Not only did I manage to escape with bruises on both of my knees, but I also got them on my shins and feet as well.....and some icky scrapes from the fall down.
Once I got to work, I told them of my horrific experience. My coworker, Ben, has begun lovingly refering to me as "Crash".
I can now say that I have joined Stacy's club....of falling down stairs. Today as I was leaving my house I was wearing these wooden high heels and walking down the stairs from the house into the garage (theres about 6 concrete stairs down to the main level from the doorway) and my heels aren't exactly flat on the front portion. On the 4 stair from the bottom or so, I lost my footing and tumbled down to the main level. Not only did I manage to escape with bruises on both of my knees, but I also got them on my shins and feet as well.....and some icky scrapes from the fall down.
Once I got to work, I told them of my horrific experience. My coworker, Ben, has begun lovingly refering to me as "Crash".
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Why is it that the littlest cuts seem to hurt the most??
Tonight when I was curling ribbon for a present I managed to slip with the scissors and slit open my finger, and now it won't stop stinging! I know, I know, I probably sound like I'm whining, but it hurts! I even put some neosporin + on it, but it's not helping. Ya, thats about all I have to say.
Tonight when I was curling ribbon for a present I managed to slip with the scissors and slit open my finger, and now it won't stop stinging! I know, I know, I probably sound like I'm whining, but it hurts! I even put some neosporin + on it, but it's not helping. Ya, thats about all I have to say.
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