Saturday, April 23, 2011

I'm Just Not Superwoman!

Okay, so this is going to be a majorly self-indulgent post. But I'm not looking for sympathy - just a listening ear or ten ;-)

Just under a week ago (last Sunday, to be precise) I was doing the usual Sunday thing - laundry. I bent down to pick up a sock from the basket, with the intention of dropping it into the washing machine, and 'POP' - my back went. Quite where, I can't tell you. All I do know is that I lost the power of my legs for a moment, and was eternally grateful that we have some heavy-duty shelving in our utility room...

This is how wobbly my legs were...
This was not a huge surprise. Three weeks ago, my back went 'POP' for the first time in years, just as I had carried a 25kg bag of dog food from my car to the garage. At the time, I was fortunate enough to be standing in the doorway and could grab hold of the frame just long enough to call to my hubs, who was working at the end of the garden. He duly trotted along, helped me back into the house, then left me to it. There was little else that he could do...

Thankfully, the pain subsided pretty quickly three weeks ago, though, unbeknownst to me, the cause had not gone away. I was quickly reminded of this last Sunday, as I hung on for dear life to the shelving, and wondered how I would ever be able to move.

Our utility room is hidden away in an area of the house that is the least accessible - and audible - to everyone else. Given that my sons, #Thing1 and #Thing2 were busy playing COD upstairs, and hubs was busy building things at the end of the garden, I knew that this time I was on my own. Trouble was, I was in no state to rescue myself...

This was me, except I wasn't wearing the nasty pink outfit, and was in a damn sight more pain. Trust.
To cut a very long and painful story short, I eventually managed to hobble out of the utility room, aided by various walls and bits of furniture to which I had to cling to for dear life. I then spent the best part of two hours moaning and groaning (actually, screaming) with every single move, before I eventually contacted NHS Direct (you can google it). I was advised to take paracetamol and some left-over anti-inflammatories, then told to contact my GP if the pain didn't subside within 48 hours.

I couldn't get out of bed on Monday morning. Or Tuesday.

I can't begin to describe the agony I was in - I thought I had broken my back. #Thing1 (who had been extremely helpful and had rescued me as a struggled on the sofa) was really quite distressed at this point (he's almost seventeen - so that says a lot), and he was insistent that I see my GP. And so I did.

I thank all the deities above that the emergency GP I saw on Tuesday happened to be one of the partners in the practice. He knows his stuff. He took one look at me, signed me off from work (I've never had the guts to ask for a sick note), prescribed me a shedload of drugs (some of which I was somewhat reluctant to take), then asked if I had private healthcare. It just so happens that I do - via my employer - and I've never ever thought to make use of it. To cut a long story short, he managed to get me referred to a physiotherapist for the very next day, as a result of my health care plan, and I've since had acupuncture twice and have been hooked up to a TENS machine for twelve hours straight each day - and it's working!

In case you've ever wondered - this is what acupuncture feels like...
So, where's the whine, I hear you ask...

Well, despite the medication, the needles and the electrical stimulation, I'm still pretty much out of action. For example, I can't bend down to fill the dog's water bowl, feed her, get things out of the refrigerator, pick towels up from the bathroom floor - you get the picture. I can't stand up long enough to iron clothing, can't straighten the bedclothes, can't even get my toiletries from the bathroom cupboard.

I can't pick the milk bottles up from the doorstep, plump the cushions, move the stack of magazines that has been bothering me on the lounge floor all week. I can't plug the damn hoover in to get rid of the mess that the dog and boys have trampled in all week. I can't sit - or lie - in one position long enough to feel relaxed.

And does anybody care? Have the three able-bodied men in my household even noticed the anxiety all of this causes me?

I guess you know the answer...

I can't wait to be back in action... :-o

This post was brought to you from the UK by CC x


  1. Awww, this sucks. I feel so bad. I wish there was something I could do :( But the thing that stuck out to me the most in this post is that you can't get the milk bottles off the doorstep? Do you still have milkmen over there??

  2. Yes! Yes, we do - at least where I live :-)

  3. LOL LWE read my mind! I was thinking "Omg she has a milk man! That's adorable!" Do they still come in glass bottles?!

    K i'm done. I feel SO bad for you babes. Back pain is the worst, especially when it's so bad that nothing is comforting. I've been there.. it still hurts despite the fact that was years ago and now I can't stand up for longer than 20 minutes without sharp shooting pain. Hope for your sake yours goes away completely and soon! Wish I lived closer, I'd come help out. AKA bring the milk in from the front door. Luvs ya!

  4. Healing thoughts headed your way. I am so sorry you are in pain and that you have no support for the other members of your household - you really need a daughter - can you rent one? Almost not kidding. You should see if you can get help through your private healthcare - maybe a nurse to help you and or the household. Good luck. Gentle hugs to you.

  5. 1. Omg, bottles of milk delivered? I am pretty jealous even though I don't drink milk.

    2. I'm sorry you're in pain. I would so come over and help you out if it didn't require a 12ish something hour plane ride.

    3. I personally have never had back issues ***knocking on every word surface within reach*** but the hubs has. Very similar story, minus the TENS machines, but what ultimately worked/s for him is Trigger Point Therapy -- Its the notion that most pain is referred from someplace else. I use it for my knee and it works great.

  6. Oh honey, I feel your pain. Not your literal pain, but I know what it's like to have everyone else around you not appreciate (or notice) all that you do, or that it just piles up when you aren't able to do it.

    Glad you're getting some help, and hope that the pain makes an exit asap!


  7. Hope you pain gets better soon. In the meantime, try to see the better side of not going into work or being able to clean the house.

  8. That stinks! I'm sorry, bb. Back pain is no fun at all, and I wish - like everyone else has said - that I lived closer, so I could help out with your housework, or even just smack your males' heads together so they would start helping you. Are men bred to be this ignorant, or does it occur naturally? Someone should do a study.

    I hope you start feeling better soon. Loves.

  9. CC - you poor thing! I hope the TENS and acupuntcure continue to help. The needles I had for my RSI were amazing.

    I laugh at people's comments about the milk bottles, reminds me of my time in the UK. I also picture you not being able to pick up the mail from the cute british front-door mailbox.

    Hope you get more mobile soon, and that Thing 1 & Thing 2 hop off the PS2 and help their Mummy!

  10. Lolololol at all of the milk bottle comments - I had no idea this was such a twee British thing. Yes, ours are still delivered in glass bottles, which we wash and replace outside the front door for the milkman to recycle. With the amount of milk that Thing2 devours, I don't think we could survive without our deliveries!

    Thank you to all for your kind words. I've now cut out the heavy pain meds but am still using the TENS machine. Having met with various extended family members today, I've decided that I really need to get my GP to look into why I'm in such pain. Then I'll know whether the likes of Trigger Point Therapy is likely to be of any use.

    As for my men...well tomorrow will be the clincher. The boys are due back at school on Tuesday and will therefore require some ironed clothing. You can bet your bottom dollar it won't be ME standing at the ironing board!

    Thank you for all your support :-)

    CC x