When I got my new apartment, I was so ecstaic; deleriously happy; almost dancing in the street. I would have a place with real windows! AND, I would finally have a "bedroom"! Did I mention I was beside my self with glee?!?
There was only one, well actually two little problems. I have a Desk and Dresser which both weigh hundreds of pounds. What was I thinking when I decided that my neighbor and I could move them with a dolly? Someone smack that girl!
Well, the move was done by Saturday night, and I thought I got away with it.
By Tuesday night, I could feel the pain coming; thePerfect Storm; the big one. But did I have the sense to begin to take care of myself? What do you think? But, no miss smarty pants; bimboey bumb girl, just ignored it; thinking it would go away soon enough; RIGHT?
This morning I wakened feeling much rested, and then rolled out of bed. As soon as I tried to stand up, the punishment began. Take that you little brat, my right leg said, even most of the feeling in my foot had been shut off, and the pain lanced up and down my leg! I tried to straighten up and my pelvis felt as if it was being rended from my body! OH, Lord have mercy on me!
I made coffee and cerial, thinking that if I sat very straight in my chair, my suffering would soon ease, but as the time rolled around to 9:00 and finally 11:00 AM, it began to dawn on me that I was not getting off so easily; mindless little brat that I am.
Finally, I took an epson salts bath in water as hot as I could stand. It felt great as long as I stayed attached to the bottom of the tub, held there by suction from the hollow part of my back. Finally, I began to "prune up" and had to get out.
The agonizing pain was right back; with my left leg joining in this brutal symphony. I nearly wept when I finally accepted what would have to happen next. Slowly, I walked over to the closet and removed an instrument of torture, not seen widely on women sinct the late 19th century. Yes, I have what is functionally a full victorian underbust corset! This one is not intended to make the wearer sexy but to hold and crush the wearer so that the spine is straight and that the contents of the abdoment are compressed in an effort to push inwardly buldging discs back into place as much as is posible.
So now, two Vicoden and a prosethis later, I sit in my chair, pretty much incapbable of doing anything at all. In a few minutes I will start doing things that do not require me to bend. I hope that this small infraction of the rules will not start yet another level of pain that will make me whine even more.
If things go as usual, I will be in much less pain in a few hours, and in the next few days, things will go back to normal where my pain level is about a tolerable three; not the punishing level 7 that threatens to rob me of my intellect.
I do so wish that I had a physical presence in my life to remind me to excercize a great deal more common sense. Members of this site, please feel free to verbally punish me. I deserve it and short of one of you getting on a plane to come out here and SPANK me and then hold me until my weeping stops, it is about the best I can get.
This was mainly a distraction to keep me busy until the meds make me fully mindless I wonder if I will ever be a dult nuff to take care of myself? :(
Gwendolyn
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Been there, done that
I moved a bed once. Physically turned it on end and slid it from one end of the house to the other. Big bed, bad move.
Not only did I bust a gut, I also had that nasty feeling when (and I hope you never experience this - I have, 3 times) you just know you have thrashed an eye and your retina is about to detach.
The problem with living on your own and being female is that many of the jobs that need doing are often far in excess of your physical ability to do them.
I still have some sight, not a lot but some. Fortunately there was no lasting damage but I do hope I learned my lesson.
I sincerely hope you're feeling better, or will do soon, and that you don't beat yourself up for trying to be independent and realising, when it's too late, that there are some jobs that are best delegated, paid for or ignored.
Susie
also been there done that
I went through two years physcial therapy, massage and chiropractors before my back become usable again. I still have two crushed discs in lower back near the hip so I know the feeling. I am not able to turn parts of my back but I had physical therapist who specialised in treating MS patients and she retrained the muscles in my back to compensate for the damaged discs as much as possible.
jenna from fl
Hugs,
Jenna From FL
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It is a long road ahead but I will finally become who I should be.
back rub
as some one who is also cursed (read disabled) through a back injury gods i know the feeling. Epson salts are only good for muscle strain and it sounds as though it was a mix of both. when you can walk and lie in a bath again use half a cup of normal salt in the water have it about hot enough to make your skin glow and slowly work yourself laying down into it.
failing that when you can walk find a friend who is a damn good swiss massause and get the musces released. And also remeber rule 1:
RULE 1: NEVER MOVE ANYTHING THAT IS TWICE THE SIZE YOU ARE!
to hug is to be and to be is to be hugged
view the world through the eyes of a child and relearn the wonder and love
Allie elle loved and cared for and resident of the kids camp full time
to hug is to be and to be is to be hugged
view the world through the eyes of a child and relearn the wonder and love
Allie elle loved and cared for and resident of the kids camp full time
I'm fairly butch
Actually, just too lazy to wear make-up or do anything but have my hair in a ponytail. Sometimes, like when it's under 90° at 6 AM and headed for less than 110°, I manage to bicycle 150 miles per week.
So, anyway, where do you live? ha ha he he
Put on something like your corset, I have a weight (lifters) belt about 35 yrs. old, before you do the lifting and hauling. See a Dr. and get some muscle relaxers for afterward.
Hope the pain gets gone fast!
Love and Hugs,
Renee
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
Where do I live?
Well, what are your intentions? If they aren't evil then don't bother me. :)
Portland, Oregon
Whole new level o pain
Unlike ex prez Clinton
Ahh feel yo Pain is NOT just lip service to these readers!
In my case I saw a 7 year old boy who climber up a porch roof (after a baseball)
He slid off the roof HEAD FIRST so running foward I caught him in my arms.
He was fine, the neighbors thought I was wonderful.
And I got a ride to the emergency room to put my dislocated shoulder back!
My first visit to Vicoden Land.
and I always cry the next morning, don't you?
For the next 4 hours....
I am this wonderful, happy, sweet, loving, submissive and sexy little 16 year old.
I can't take it too often because there are side effects that make me miserable if I do. Besides, it is addictive and there is no way I want to spoil the pain relief effect, by getting greedy.
Gwendolyn
Ouch!
I'll be moving soon. I hadn't made up my mind, but your story convinced me to definitely hire movers.
You should have been me when
You should have been me when I moved an oak desk by myself. I know your pain girl.
Love,
Paula
Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.
The Coda
Chapterhouse: Dune
Paula
Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.
The Coda
Chapterhouse: Dune