I have had back problems off and on since I was pregnant with Henry. It comes and goes, but I haven't had a really bad episode in about 4 years.
My back started in on our trip to Mississippi. The car ride was hell, and sleeping on the crappy air mattress at my in-laws didn't help. It got steadily worse after we got back, but I ignored it, thinking it would get better if I just kept exercising.
So, I get up today feeling worse than usual. As I was making Henry's bed, leaning over, I felt something sort of snap, and a lightening bolt of white-hot pain go shooting down my left leg. It brought tears to my eyes, and I really couldn't move for a minute. I was laid up the rest of the day, went to the doctor this afternoon, who says he'd stake his life on this being a herniated disk. I'll go for an MRI next week. I had another spasm at the doctor's office, and he had to literally lift me up off the table to stand up. I'm on vicodin now, so I can at least sit here for a minute to blog an update.
I'm so frustrated. I feel like it's always something... I start to make progress with a good exercise routine, and something comes along to fuck it all up. By the time I let this heal, I will be back to square one with kettlebells. It chaps my ass. I don't have much else to say. I'm very bitter right now.
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