My body, especially my back, has been sending me messages since long before Christmas.
I’ve been ignoring them. Well, not completely. I have been stretching and doing strengthening exercises, but mostly. Okay. Yeah. I’ve been ignoring the messages.
Until this weekend.
Then my body gave me no option.
My back ceased up. I could barely move and whatever movement I could make made me cry out in pain.
I ended up in emergency — mostly because there was some concern I was having a heart attack — given my age, the fact the pain was radiating down my arms and legs, oh and I was crying.
I don’t cry. Especially when I’m in pain.
Don’t want the other guy to see me weaken!
Okay. Not an effective strategy and not all that useful for coping with severe Sciatica. Note to self: It’s okay to cry when in pain.
Right. Got it.
In the meantime, my weekend was very quiet. My back is slowly mending and I am moving without grimacing.
And, bonus! I read a trashy novel in between Netflix binging and lots and lots of sleep.
Watch out world! Here I come.
Oh wait. C.C. has warned me to not get all enthusiastic about picking up the pace just because my back is only marginally sore.
Heed my body.
Heed my beloved. He takes better care of me than I do!
For right now, I’m off to the Chiropractor and breathing deeply as I remember to treat myself with compassion and care, heeding the signals my body sends me.
Day is looking sunny and bright!