So, I’ve had a bad back ever since my car accident in 2001. (The one where I was hit by a drunk driver and broke both of the bones in my arm.) In 2006, I was diagnosed with Pars Defect, which basically meant I had little cracks on my L5/S1. But, this January, on a Friday morning, I reached behind a bookcase to pick up a book and felt my neck twinge. It hurt, but the pain went away. About eight hours later, my back started spasming like crazy. It’s been bad ever since. After a week or two, I broke down and scheduled an appointment with my spine specialist (Yes, I already had one.). That’s when I found out my condition had worsened and some of those cracks had turned into full-fledged breaks. After x-rays and an MRI, the doc sentenced me to 10 weeks of rest (I am allowed to work, though, I’m just supposed to rest when I’m not working), no exercise, and a back brace for 10 weeks in the hopes of repairing some of the fractures. One week of rest is done (I think it’s been four weeks now since it began), and I’m going crazy!
I just hate this feeling of helplessness. There’s so many things I need to do, but can’t. Bear’s birthday happened in the middle of the back drama, and I still haven’t finished buying his present. I’ll probably just end up taking him with me to get it. We need to register, but I’m too exhausted at the end of a workday to do it. We have to go on a day where we have nothing else going on. I can’t bend over, I can’t lift over five pounds, which means I can’t do laundry, or the dishes, or grocery shopping. It’s just hard. I’m not trying to complain or be a whiny-baby. In fact, I’m trying really hard to stay positive about this whole thing. It’s just that some days are easier than others.