October 6th, 2003

Boromir battle

Okay, Who's Got the Voodoo Doll?

So I'm getting out of the car, nothing particularly exciting, when suddenly there's an incredibly sharp pain four inches above the base of my spine, it feels like my back is folding in on itself, and I'm clutching the side of the car to keep from falling down.


I assume this is leftover side effects of the back injury that laid me flat in 2002; I thought I was completely recovered from that, but apparently not.

After an agonizing thirty seconds or so, my back was working again, albeit with a distinct soreness that wasn't there before, so I could get inside and get some Advil down my throat. I guess from here I'll get myself into the chiropractic office and tell 'em to go to town.

Owie. :P

I might have strained my back a bit this weekend, lifting the new monitor, and on the Bowflex (which I haven't been doing as regularly as I should lately), in which case the old injury would happily use the excuse to tie me into knots. Well screw you, injury, I'm going to get you treated and get on with my life. I ain't got time or energy to waste on the likes of you.

-The Gneech
  • Current Music
    Bobby McFerrin -- "Don't Worry, Be Happy"
Yue grim

Okay, This Ain't Good :P

I can't walk. My legs work, but my back isn't strong enough to hold my body upright. I've managed to get an emergency appt with the chiropractor, and I've megadosed on Advil, which hopefully will make my back shut up long enough to get me to the car and to his office. More updates as events warrant; wish me luck!

-The Gneech
  • Current Mood
    suffice to say, it hurts
Yue grim

Status Report

The Advil enabled me to walk (slowly and with effort, but at least on my own two feet), which in turn enabled me to get to the chiropractor. He bent and twisted me in various ways which helped loosen the muscles up some ... but I'm still doin' the "old man" walk.

For the time being, I'm home convalescing with hefty doses of ibuprofin and cocoa laced with a shot of Bailey's to ease the pain. I'm generally okay as long as I don't move -- which makes, say, scratching an itchy nose something of an exercise in terror.

Thanks for the well-wishes, all -- they help! I'm going to do rest and try not to make things any worse ... we'll see how it goes.

-The Gneech
  • Current Mood
    still owie owie, but better