Sunday morning, I woke up in pain. I don’t know the cause but I spent yesterday with horrible back pain second only to labor. I could barely move. It hurt to breathe. And it hurt to cry but it the pain was so bad it was hard to stop. Pain level: 10?
This morning, I managed to get out of bed with less pain and tons of fear… worried that every move had the potential to bring the childbirth-level pain back. There were moments… but I had to take my daughter to school. I guess my husband could have come back after bringing my son to take her but I knew he didn’t want to have to go to work later than usual so I brought her. It went okay. Pain level: 7
I visited my chiropractor a couple of hours ago. Fortunately, his office is about 3 minutes from my house (a little closer than the school, even). I feel better. And holy crap, the adjustment was a little scary… like all my bones were wrong. But as soon as it was done, I was able to take a deep breath for the first time in over 24 hours. Pain level: 6
I’m still sore… and afraid I’m going to do something to fuck it up again. (I don’t know what since I have no idea what caused this in the first place…) I know the muscles need time to recover and all, but I hurt and I feel like I’m going to be cautiously moving in slow motion forever. Pain level: 5
I couldn’t use my laptop at all yesterday. It was terrible. I guess I really can’t go a day without writing… at least not without misery. Psychological pain level: 10
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