Most of the time, we take our good health and regular routines for granted. Then life teaches us a lesson.
Robin and I returned last Sunday from an exhilarating trip to North Carolina where we visited friends and family and had a great time. But on Wednesday, my happiness came to a screeching halt. An extreme case of sacroiliac pain caught me in its vise-like grip.
“Where did this come from?” I thought about my exercise at the Fitness Center the day before. Could that be the cause? I hadn’t done anything unusual, but it had been two weeks since my previous visit.
Grimacing, I struggled out of bed to the bathroom. Slowly, very slowly, I managed to slip out of my gown and get dressed. Then I placed an ice pack inside my pants against my lower back. Ahh. Relief. But the rest of the day I shuffled around, bent over like an old woman—maybe I should say like a much older woman—unable to sit or stand without pain.
Thursday wasn’t any better. I called my primary care physician to see if he could order muscle relaxers. The receptionist reported that my doctor and his nurse were out this week. Drat! More bad luck. I left a message with the nurse on call. All day I lay around or gingerly sat with ice packs against my lower torso. After 5 p.m. the nurse returned my call, but she gave me good news. Yes, she would call in some medicine for me.
Today I feel much better, even though I won’t be able to get the muscle relaxers until later. I can actually stand up straight again! Whew! And I can sit here and type this new entry for my blog. Hooray!
Pain, physical or mental, is no fun. Like that old saying goes, “Life ain’t always a bed of roses.” But maybe now I will remember to appreciate all those days when the blossoms are beautiful and I can even bend over to smell them!