It’s no simple pain in the back
I was attending Wisconsin Writers Association Board meetings July 28-29 in Wisconsin Rapids when I awoke to a miserable lower backache. I’ve had back problems before, but nothing like this.
I went for an early-morning walk, and that gave me some relief. Still, I stood during parts of that Sunday’s meetings. I was on vacation last week, did too much driving around the state, and days of on-again off-again pain followed. I’ve been downing Aleve liberally.
Back problems are in the family. My mom had back surgery once, and I know it didn’t solve all her problems. Dad has gone to a chiropractor for years. My aunt, who worked for a doctor, says degeneration and arthritis are part of the family’s problems.
I had a tough morning Monday but arrived at work relatively pain free. It was a long day with dozens of election-related letters to sort and edit. I left work still feeling OK. It was the best day I’d had in more than a week.
Last night was a whole ’nother matter. The pain in the lower right back area arose again about an hour before I went to bed. I didn’t find relief, even after sitting on a BackTherapist heated seat massager that I’d gotten years ago and dug out of storage. I couldn’t roll over in bed all night without shooting pain. It was the worst night I've had.
When the alarm rang at 5 a.m., I was already awake. I couldn’t sit up, stand up or bend over without pain that might make a minister curse. I spent about 20 minutes slowly walking around outside before I felt enough comfort to bend over and retrieve The Gazette off the front stoop. Later, walking the dog a mile again brought more relief.
I’ve had it; I’m pretty sure I’ll be calling a chiropractor for the first time today. Or maybe a doctor. A physical therapist? I don’t know where to turn for sure.