My life seems to be getting less and less interesting by the day.
For the past four days, I've been sitting or laying in pretty much the exact same position, nursing my bulging disc back in place because I don't have time to have a bulging disc. I don't have time to be in pain 24/7. But then, who does?
All this laying around got me thinking about when I started having back trouble in the first place...and I think I figured it out.
How could I have not realized it up until this point...this story is one of those that gets told periodically at family functions when it's my turn to be embarrassed...
I had just given birth to my third and most difficult child. Everything about Sam has been harder than my older two. Even the pregnancy was more challenging. When he finally arrived, they moved me out of the birthing suite and into a regular room. After not too many minutes, I had to use the bathroom.
This might be one of those TMI stories. Maybe.
My husband and sister were in the room with me and as far as I could tell my epidural had mostly worn off. Yes, I had an epidural. I would attribute my back pain to that if it weren't for what happened next. (Although, I will tell you they did botch that epidural and punctured my dura which meant spinal fluid leaked into my blood stream for days...could that be a factor?)
I needed to use the facilities so I asked Adam to help me to the bathroom. He walked me in and I realized one of my legs was still very numb, almost to the point of being dead weight, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. So I went. I had him escort me to the threshhold of the bathroom and then I told him I was fine. I could sit down on the toilet by myself thankyouverymuch.
He said, "Are you sure? This is no time to be modest."
And it wasn't. After you give birth, you think everyone will forget the whole visual experience but no one really does.
Still, I had delusions of decency and made him leave.
As soon as he did, I attempted to sit down and that's when I realized you actually need two legs to do that successfully.
Instead of sitting, I fell straight down on the tile floor, landed directly on my tail bone, scraped my back on the toilet and seemed unable to get myself back up. (Remember, I just gave birth probably an hour before this so I was already sore. TMI.)
Adam rushed back in and called the nurse, an older lady who was not happy with me. She wanted to know what in the world I was thinking hobbling to the bathroom by myself and didn't I know not to get out of bed without help?
Of course not, I told her. I had help. My husband.
She gave him a once-over, unimpressed.
So here I am, years later, the memory of that fall, that cracking sound, still echoing in my ears. It's left me wondering if someone should've X-rayed my tailbone, if that could've contributed to the never-ending back issues I've had ever since and what on earth I'm supposed to do about it now.
Could it be that my bladder is to blame for all this subsequent pain?
I'm not even sure how to find out...but I figured sharing an embarrassing story was a great way to kick off this fine Labor Day. Hope you're out enjoying yours!