Through a combination of moving some (not very heavy) boxes and painting the overhead piece of our dining room window seat, I have “made a really big mess” of my sciatic nerve. (That’s the doctor’s official diagnosis.) As a result I’ve been enjoying two days of couch time, complete with mind-numbing daytime television. (Note to MacGyver producers: you should have used better film stock; your stuff looks awful in reruns.)
Perhaps “enjoying” is not the proper term, given the bolts of pain currently zinging from spine to hip to knee and back.
Anyway, tonight I get to try the muscle relaxers prescribed by the amusing doctor, who made a nice change from my absentee nervous, shy doctor. If you don’t hear from me, it’s probably because I can’t type.
I’ve been where you were/are re: back—if your doctor didn’t prescribe it, try SOMA next time—works like a charm—almost as good as the morphine I received when first taken to the ER. Also try to get into Pilates—keeps the “trunk” strong so the back doesn’t fall apart.
The sad thing is that I do have a yoga/pilates/tai chi class that I was just getting back into when this happened, so I haven’t been back yet. Argh.