Seriously. My dogs keep me sane – along with all of you who read my blog J. Ever since the fire, my back has been wrecked. I have had massages, chiropractic treatments, begun walking again, stretch daily, hot tub regularly… Yesterday morning, after yoga and stretching, I bent slightly and it tweaked. I fell to the floor sobbing. Seriously. The emotional pain is heavy enough – do we really need to add physical pain too? Today I am seeing DJ at Evergreen Center for Therapeutic Massage, a practitioner who helped Steve Wilson get back to normal after his back injury. Hoping, hoping, hoping. It’s my sacrum – and whatever it is down there, it is holding on for dear life! Shit howdy. It gives me even more compassion for chronic pain sufferers like my dear husband and my father who have dealt with back pain for years. Back pain gives a sense of instability. I can’t count on my core to hold me. I can’t stand up straight. The pain is sharp and stabbing. I feel older than my years as I hobble around… Hmmm. So glad there are no metaphorical or metaphysical connections there!
17 April, 2012 / 6 Comments