|Walking by the marina under low clouds|
I hurt it on Wednesday afternoon while showing my sister the lovely garden I have on my front porch, using FaceTime on my iPad. Unfortunately, I held the iPad in one hand and reached far forward with my other, and I felt a twinge. Uh-oh, I thought to myself, I've done it again. This is not the first time I've had to deal with this particular pinched sciatic nerve. Having a blog gave me the opportunity to read when it happened to me last: in 2011, almost six years ago. The pain that radiated from my lower back instantly reminded me of the last time, and I knew that it would take a few days to get better.
But it was Wednesday afternoon when it happened, and I wasn't at all sure it was a good idea to go hiking on Thursday. I had my ibuprofen and my trekking poles and decided to chance it. Incredibly, once I put on my backpack with a waist strap, it helped rather than hurt. It was only when I needed to take my pack off that I felt the usual back strain. The comforting waist strap sits right on my hip bones and held the pain in. This morning I walked at an almost normal pace with the ladies, and even without the backpack on, I knew I would be all right. I'm of the school that exercise is better than sitting around waiting for it to get better, and research online affirms that approach.
It's been three days, and each day it's a little better, but I still will turn a certain way and get a zinger radiating pain that causes me to groan and clutch my lower back. Sheesh! Sometimes I think that I must really look like the old woman I refuse to see myself becoming. But after three quarters of a century of use and abuse, my body reminds me to savor every last bit of movement I can squeeze out of each day!
Like I said, it's always something. At least I'm managing to stay vertical awhile longer.