Friday, December 4, 2015

Oh My Aching Back

Last Sunday I undertook a small household chore: changing the flapper valve on the toilet in the master bath.  I took the lid off, peered inside, and then Derek Jeeter picked up a Louisville Slugger and pounded me just below the kidneys.

Actually, it’s a muscle spasm.  I’ve had them before — the first time was about twenty years ago when I was pulling a pair of socks out of the laundry basket — but it’s still remarkably painful.  I’m okay sitting, and I’m okay standing, but the transition between the two is where the fun begins.  I’ve had to go to work this week for a couple of reasons that I don’t need to go into, but today is the first day I actually can take the time to rest up.  It’s gotten a lot better since that first day, but I’m still doing a great Groucho Marx imitation when I walk.

Aspirin, a hot shower, and taking it easy will work wonders.

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  1. Spray that rascal with some stop pain; it will help. I used to get that working in the foundry from lifting heavy objects. Good luck, for I too know the pain!

  2. I’ve been there. Last time, I was only bending down to pick up the newspaper when bam!, I could feel it go. As you said, standing absolutely straight up or lying on the bed, you’re pretty much OK. but the transitions — which means most of daily life — that’s what kills you. I wish you luck, and better health.

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