So I don’t know exactly what I did, but I did it good.

My lower back started to twinge a bit two weeks ago.  Then it started to stiffen up a bit more.  Then over that weekend it was getting pretty aggravated and aggravating.  I very carefully went about my chores last Monday—laundry, vacuuming, changing beds.  And then on Tuesday I was in trouble. 

I nursed it with heat, I stopped lifting everything heavier than the milk jug, stopped bending down (because I couldn’t,) and let my house get dusty.   By Friday I was moving less and less, so finally went to the doctor.  He diagnosed me with a lumbar sprain and sciatic nerve flare up and gave me prescriptions for Motrin and muscle relaxants.  Unfortunately, I got worse instead of better and last night, when Mister started crying at 3:00am, I stumbled out of bed, took one step, two steps, and collapsed on the ground. 

You guessed it…”I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!!!” 

Zan helped my decrepit body to it’s hands and knees and then took care of Mister.  I managed to crawl back to my bedroom and claw my way back to bed, but was scared to death of facing the morning.

Long story short, I could not support my own weight this morning and got a med change and an emergency visit to the physical therapist.  I’m still in a scary predicament, every step being a crap shoot as to whether I will remain on my feet, but at least I am able to support some of my own weight this afternoon.  A slipped disc is suspected, but my PT will see what the next two days of treatment brings in terms of improvement.  Crossing my fingers that this is just a really bad reversible strain.

Lordy Lordy I hate Forty.

Wish me luck!