Getting ready to go to IKEA to hang with Janessa and company should be a pleasant experience. As I was admiring myself in the mirror, I suddenly saw a look of pain shoot across my face. I somehow busted my back. It had been hurting off and on for a couple of weeks but this was bad. I wasn't sure if I was even going to make it out my door. I pressed on because I only get to see Janessa when she gets married and goes to IKEA (which does not happen often.) I waddled around the store while we looked at end tables and nightstands but by the time we had checked out, so had my legs. I did my best to make it to the store to get some medicine and a heating pad. I want to meet the brain sturgeon that decided to merchandise the heating pads on the bottom shelf.
Once I got home, I passed out on my couch. Unfortunately, once I got down, I couldn't get back up for a few hours. I literally did not have the strength or pain tolerance to change positions. Once I finally got up, I waddled around in a search for the essentials-food, water, and drugs. I hurt so badly I even had to call my stake president to let him know I wouldn't be able to speak on Sunday (at least one good thing came out of it.)
On Sunday, I felt slightly better but was still in a lot of pain. Some of my best church homies, Tamar, Jesse, and Blake, came over after church to keep me company. By the time they got there, I was able to walk and looked like a faker. They were sweet and were trying to make me some food. Unfortunately my fridge was empty except for some expired milk. Luckily my freezer had some leftover cookie dough from the last time Blake was at my apartment. He's so handy like that! They are so good to me because they hung out with me even though I had no food for them. That's friendship.
Well, I thought I was good enough to fake it through work on Monday but I woke up at 4:00 a.m. convinced I was going straight to the hospital rather than work. I popped a couple more pills and whined my way back to sleep for a couple more hours. I was doing okay so I made it to work. I walked around like a gorilla until my buyer forced me to go to the wellness center at my office to get some help. All they could offer me was a heating pad during my lunch break and by that time I was so grateful for it.
On Tuesday I finally made it to the doctor. An hour after the appointment was supposed to start I finally saw my doctor. She made me walk on my tip-toes and my heals and of course, it didn't hurt. Then she had me lie down and she twisted me around and did all sorts of stuff that again, didn't hurt. Getting up and down from the chair, however, did hurt. She told me that *ahem* I am "tall" enough that I can take a higher dose of ibuprofen but also prescribed a muscle relaxer. I decided not to fill it but I'm thinking it could be a fun activity for FHE-watching Ashlee get loopy on muscle relaxers. Always a good time.
Anyway, to make a long story short, don't start working out with 5 lb weights in both hands or you might sprain your back. Or, to make a long story short, I'm a wuss and I should have been working out with weights long before this incident.
Thanks for reading.
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