I am totally getting better. Now I wish that I wouldn't have blogged about "my poor back" because I do feel a little silly. I can get myself very worked up when I start having some little problem and think, "OK, this time it's Gonna Be the Big One." I have had SO MANY false alarms. And don't think I am not grateful that they have been. Brent has heard it all but continues putting up with my overreacting. Is it a woman thing or just a Kashann thing? I don't know.
One time last year I was on the phone talking to the bishop. Brent and I were both sitting in bed. I was the RSP then and it was a long conversation, but about nothing in particular. For some reason awhile into the conversation my chin started to quiver and I couldn't get it to stop. By the time I was wrapping the conversation up my whole face was stiff and quivering, if that makes sense.
I hung up and started describing my condition to Brent and finally realized that. . . this must be LOCKJAW. It seems like I could even remember a rusty nail in the basement a few weeks before that I had brushed up against. I rambled on about my lockjaw until I fell asleep a few minutes later. Of course in my sleep I had a complete recovery from this life threatening condition. I think it was just shivering that made me get stiff.
That's just a little example of the way my mind start racing when something feels a little weird.
So I am not too afraid to admit that I mighta kinda sorta created my own back problem. I got so tense once I started having just a little back pain. And I also tried to fix it by practicing ultra good posture. Even laying in bed I would concentrate on keeping my back completely straight. If anything was out of alignment I was going to fix it by forcing it back in. So before I knew it practically my whole body was KILLING me.
Stress, Stupidity, and Sciatica. That's what did it. My Dr. was nice and didn't exactly put it in those terms but after such a swift recovery I am thinking I got the whole thing diagnosed.
Unfortunately the Sciatica is not going away (Boo hoo!. . . all you prego women are thinking. Join the club!) but I think I can handle a little bit of pain. I'm pretty good coping with nagging pain, but not so good with nagging stress.
What about you? Hopefully you are smarter than me and your stress doesn't cause your pain.
3 comments:
I laughed out loud about the lockjaw thing. :) Ryan has become the hypochondriac in our family. Now that he is learning about lots of diseases in school, he occasionally convinces himself that he has one. I never take him too seriously. :) I'm glad you're feeling better!
Kashann - pain is pain!!! This sounds, at the very least, very annoying. I am not a fan of pain. I have noticed that when my muscles are all tense, my post-op pain is a lot worse. I've been taking hot baths that have seemed to help and am CONSTANTLY microwaving my litte corn pack and using that - these things seem to help me, but I don't know if they would make a difference for what you are going through. The baths are good for stress, though, too????
Hope you can get this sorted out soon!!
Kashann I'm glad I'm not the only one.
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