Suddenly my back hurt and I was on the floor. I caught my breath and got up, which is when everything went blurry. I did not pass out- I remember carefully falling back to the ground while recalling how to take a tackle in rugby ("knees, hips, shoulders, nice ball"). Instead of "nice ball", I gently placed my head on the ground.
Two hours later, two ibuprofen later, a heat pad later, here are the things I have learned:
- 30 is different than 29. If I had done this two months ago, I would be fine, because I would still be young.
- Everything you lift requires balance, which means it requires lower back muscles: a teapot, a teacup, the toddler onto the potty (ouch!), a book, my foot to scratch my knee (only tried that once), the iPad... everything
- Those sticky heat pads are amazing.
- It is an excellent idea to own, in a family, at least one automatic transmission automobile in case of injury. I know that I could not put in the clutch on our Honda if you offered me a million dollars.
- My son can be incredibly gentle when he really believes he has to. He has been so kind and has not climbed on my. This is highly unusual.
- My son has a wicked sense of humor. When I move wrong, it takes my breath away. So on our way to his room, he started panting like Mama. Too bad laughing also hurts...
By Friday I was only walking like a troll when I had been sitting too long, and the ibuprofen continues to help. Little Man and I even went on a short stroller run, which I finished up with walking lunges because I know they'll help my back and they make my passenger laugh. He calls them "funny yoga walkin'".