I find myself at zero (not Less Than). Three weeks of back spasms. Three weeks of submitting myself to all manner of arcane treatments. Three weeks of couch-bound, heating-pad-attached inactivity. Some time in week two I lost my mind and my ability to keep my foul mood off my family. Fortunately, I got that mess back in the box before it went too far awry, and since then I’ve been tip-toeing up on a glorious return to action.
This morning I rode the trainer, in the basement, for 20 minutes, while blasting the album I’m currently obsessed with. I sweated hard. I huffed and puffed. I felt things. I hate/loved it.
This is the (not) road back to having a functioning back. 20 minutes on the trainer felt pathetic and transcendent at the same time. The next step is, maybe, a gentle road ride to see if I can sit in bike riding position AND absorb any sort of compressive input, i.e. bumps.
Of course, I continue to attend the massage therapist and the acupuncturist, the exorcist and barista. Liberal doses of liberal doses, followed by an ice pack and some stretching. Some yoga might even break out if I’m not careful. I wake stiff (behave) and slowly soften into the day. By the afternoon I feel like a human person. It’s tempting to go out and rage, but mostly I’m just psyched to be able to tie my shoes again without feeling as though I’m being drawn-and-quartered.
I’ll level with you. It’s been a rough six months. Last October I got a case of diverticulitis. In November I copped Lyme Disease. For my 50th birthday, in December, I got Covid which ate the first two weeks of January. February was shaping up, but then I wrecked my back in March. Like John and Yoko said, it feels just like starting over, and over, and over.
It’s possible (likely even) I’m doing it wrong. That IS kinda my signature move. So I put it to you for this humble TCI Friday, how do you come back from injury or illness? Do you have some sort of recipe? Are there special foods or secret handshakes? Clue me in. Please.