It's Monday and I am not forgetting this week to compose a post, my self-imposed day to do so. Last week I didn't remember until it was Tuesday, and I'm pretty sure the only person who was upset about it was me. This week, I am virtuously writing a post without anything much to talk about.
I was so pleased that my lower back was getting better so quickly and so well, and then last night I had a setback. There was one area in the lower right sacrum that was just not recovering as well as all the rest, so I sat in my easy chair and worked it over, sitting on a tennis ball, rolling it around the sore area, which unfortunately was the wrong thing to do: before long, it was hurting much more than before. Did I stop then? Oh no, I just kept going until I was in agony. Then I stopped, and by the time I tiptoed into the bedroom to settle down for sleep, it was obvious that I had re-injured it.
The area in question is home to two seven-inch-long pins that were inserted to stabilize the right sacrum when I broke my pelvis in 2000, and I've dealt with pain in the area off and on since then. Fortunately for me, most of the time they don't bother me much. There is residual nerve pain, which I seem to have stirred up somewhat and am once again reminded of the original doctor's admonition just to let it heal up on its own.
By the time I got out of bed this morning, it was better but still pretty sore to walk around as I began my daily exercises. Once I knew I could do all five of the Tibetan Rites, it reassured me that if I continue to baby the area, I should eventually be able to resume my usual hikes and walks. I am a little chagrined that once again, my impatience to regain my usual vigor has led to a teeny bit of a setback.
Today I'll try a shorter walk but still enough to get the blood flowing and help me heal up. No matter what I do, I will be good and not push myself. Really. (sigh)