I am a confirmed wuss.
I have nothing but respect and admiration for people with long-term and constant pain. By the grace of God I’ve been spared that. Maybe because the world would not like to hear the shrieking and the bellyaching coming from Casa Ranney.
This past week I whined. I said, “Ow, ow, ow, ow ow,” so many times it sounded like a recording.
I was doing strength training with my five pound hand weights last week. I lifted them above my head and did the sequence I’ve done for months without thinking about it. That night I turned my head to the right and a lightning bolt hit my neck. Two hours later I couldn’t move my head to the left, either.
It hurt to walk, sit, stand or move in any way.
I’ve screwed up a disc in my back before and suspected that I’d done the same thing with my neck. I can’t take anything but aspirin, but it had expired, so I ordered some Ecotrin from Amazon. For two days I couldn’t sleep more than a few minutes at a time. I’d move and wham! There was the pain, saying, “Hey, stupid, I’m still here.”
I told myself that if I didn’t feel better in a day or so I’d go to the doctor. In the meantime, I started using a heating pad. Big mistake. You use ice, instead. I figured that out after the inflammation got worse. I tentatively did some neck exercises I’d found on Dr. Google. Three of them were no-nos. The fourth turned out to be helpful.
A week, and about a thousand ice packs later, I’m almost back to normal. I only screamed once last night. One very loud, “Ow!” when I turned to the left.
My sincere thanks to all of you for your lovely prayers and well wishes. Unfortunately, I did this to myself, but it was probably a blessing in disguise. I won’t take being pain free for granted anymore. Nor will I do stupid things with weights. I hope.
P.S. Stanley was super good. He also tasted ice for the first time and kept up a running barking battle with the ice maker. On Sunday we took about four naps cuddling with each other. 🙂