Yesterday I finally went to see the chiropractor. Sunday I rested and felt much better. I was going to take Monday off had I not but felt really good until...
Monday. Getting in and out of the car - I think that's what's killing me. Sunday I never left the house and lied on the couch most of the day. Yet after driving to and from work Monday, getting in and out to get gas, in and out to take the trash out of the garage and running around the office from meeting to meeting, by the end of the day I was sore. Sleeping is difficult. When I move I have to be careful. Well, by 3 or 4 in the morning I forgot to wake up before moving and ZING! I woke up screaming with a cramp in my lower back. I stretched it out, still went to work but called and got an early morning appointment with the chiropractor. After an hour workout with him, I felt good. He advised me to put heat on it, instead of the ice I had been doing, and gave me some new stretches to help it heal. He thinks it's all muscular.
Last night, didn't sleep well, for I still have to wake up each time I want to move and then slowly change positions. After all, who the hell can sleep in the same position for more than an hour or two? But at least I didn't have any zingers in the middle of the night.
The doctor had his dog at the office. So cute! She was a mix looked like part Golden Retriever and part Shiba Inu. She kept coming in to check on me. When he was showing me the stretches she wouldn't leave us alone, thought we were playing. Two men on the floor with head down and rump in the air which in dog-speak is let's play.
Anyway, trying to take it easy. It is better; at least I'm not walking crooked but slow going.