On Wednesday, as I was kettle bell juggling, I hurt my back. And by hurt my back I mean walk-like-a-95-year-old-try-not-to-bend-at-any-point-during-the-day hurt my back. It's been less than fun.
I've continued to go to the gym, modifying the exercises. However, today, I had to modify/eliminate a LOT of the exercises and by the time I left I was in tears because of the pain and the frustration of not being able to do what I wanted my body to do.
I decided I couldn't just wait for it to heal on it's own. I called my friend. I know him as Boy ( It's a nick-name from when we worked at Pace's Dairy Ann together back during high school). The rest of the world knows him as Dr. Green. Boy is a Chiropractor. We haven't seen each other in 6 years, but through the magic of Facebook we have kept in touch.
I've never been to a chiropractor. It was very calming to have a friend walk me through it. He did a great job. A few of the lower discs shifted. He popped them back in place and I'll go back on Tuesday to see how things are.
It's just nice to have more mobility.
Although, I'm sure my kids will be a bit sad about that though. They've been able to play a lot of Wii because I wasn't able to do much more than sit on the couch and try not to move or cry.