So … I mentioned it briefly last weekend, but I torqued my back out of alignment last Sunday. It’s not an unfamiliar experience, but it has been years since I’ve had an episode.
And no, I must disappoint you; I was not swinging from the chandelier, or doing anything remotely fun or kinky at the time.
In my experience, it’s the subtle movements that get you. I was picking up the laundry basket, a movement I’ve done countless times. This time, I felt that hum, like a cable under stress unravelling. Though I didn’t feel the pain immediately, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I did.
What did I do? Go shopping, of course. I wanted to get the activity in before the worst of the pain descended. I really hate shopping, by the way.
I spent Monday in bed, flat on my back. Foolishly, I went in to work for the rest of the week. There were meetings and assignments due. I should have listened to my body, gone to see my doctor, and taken the week off.
As a result, it was a week of epic fail at work. Everything I did was done half-assed, or not completed at all. I was pulled in so many directions, I kept on changing course. Everything was a priority.
I haven’t felt this incompetent in a long time. That I was moving at a snail’s pace and moving through a constant haze of pain likely had something to do with that.
Learning that I had been screened out of an assessment process (internal job posting) because I hadn’t read the posting thoroughly didn’t help either. I was screened out on a technicality.
What I learned:
Listen to your body. Not only should I have gone to the walk-in clinic on Sunday instead of going shopping, but I should have, at that time, gotten a note (if required in my GP’s opinion) for bed-rest until healed.
Someone else would have been assigned my work. It would have gotten done. It may have been incredibly stressful for my colleagues, but the work would have gotten done. I’m not so self-centered as to think that I’m indispensable in any way. It’s how the machine of the workplace functions.
Working while in pain and with little sleep (resulting from the pain) is worse than working while under the influence (thanks to an Ad Astra presenter for that lovely tidbit).
The fact that I got the injury in the first place tells me that I have been far too sedentary for far too long. I sit all day at work and I sit all evening, writing, at home. I need to strengthen my core. I need to lose the Buddha belly. Carrying extra weight in the front throws off my centre of balance. It makes me susceptible to injury.
So I’m going to get more active.
Naproxin is a girl’s best friend. I’d been prescribed the medication for another health condition, but it proved brilliant for the back pain … after I had a loading dose.
So there you have it. The wisdom of the body should speak louder than the natter of the day-job.
Here endeth the lesson.