Some time last week, I have no idea when or how, my perfect back record snapped. And apparently something in my lower back did, too. Now I spend most of my day feeling like a small woodland creature is trying to bore its way through my tailbone and about 75% of the time, when I move (and I mean at all, in any way), my lower back seizes up in a most unpleasant way. Getting in and out of a car? That's going to hurt. Getting up out of a chair? Yeah, that's going to hurt. Rolling over in bed? Don't even try it, sister. Picking Ethan up? Only if your idea of fun is a searing hot pain wrapping around your lower back and squeezing like a boa constrictor (clearly my flair for hyperbole is loving this).
I don't know if it's muscular, or a nerve-issue, or if I wrenched it in my attempts at running in the past few weeks, or what it is. I just know it's agony. I spent an hour today in a "gentle yoga" class and it actually was helpful, in the moment. My back let me do everything I asked of it, albeit in on a very beginner, not all that flexible sort of way. But it felt so good to be back in a dimly-lit room, listening to plinky-plunky music, focusing on my breath and asking my body to quietly bend and twist.
Now? As I sit in this coffee shop? My lower back is saying to me, apparently in lowerbackese, "WHATTHEFUCKwereyouthinking???! I hurt! Don't twist me, dumbass!!!"
Message received loud and clear, back. Thanks.
So now it's off to research chiropractors in the area. And people, I have an irrational terror of chiropractics. Too many action movies where the heroes snap peoples' necks with one twist. The idea of a chiropractor "adjusting" me makes me twitchy and fearful for my life in a "what if they adjust too enthusiastically?! Are they going to snap my neck right off?! GAHHHHH!!!" sort of way.
But everyone I know swears by their chiropractors fixing their lives. Even Husband gushes over his last chiropractor and the massage therapist who worked for him. So I am going to have to take a LOT of deep breaths and a huge leap of faith and let a chiropractor at my back because something in there is all kinds of messed up and I have to take care of it ASAP.
I didn't realize that you basically use your back for every single movement you make all.day.long. Um. Ouch.