When I got back from todays walk with Gina, I went grocery shopping and didn't expect anything bad. The weight of the groceries wasn't even much. I had just finished putting them away and was getting to kick back and relax a little. I was just changing my pants when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, just right above where the spinal column meets your pelvis. I just dropped the pants as I couldn't really move. But I did manage to make it over to the couch. I sat there for about 10 minutes without being able to move or to get up. I just thought that I was happy that I had taken Gina out already. After about 10 minutes I decided to just lay down on the couch. After all it couldn't possibly get any worse that it was already. I spent most parts of the afternoon on the couch. The plan of learning economic calculus was pretty much out of the window. Gina knew that there was something really wrong. She stay right next to and kept licking my hand. Once I was resting on the couch she slept right next to me. As long as I wasn't moving at all it was not too bad. Bad moving was every single time a new experience in pain.
Getting off the couch to go to the bathroom was anything but easy. But with slowly rolling off the couch...it finally worked. But the early evening hours it had gotten a little better. And I did manage to take Gina out for a really short walk around the block, so that she could do her business. Gina was behaving particularly good. And we made it back. This walk was no fun at all. One just slightly wrong movement and it was a new experience in pain. I knew that there was no way that I would be able to cook, and so I ordered some take out food. I had 2 large pieces of baked Emmentaler. And the thing really hit the spot. I spent the rest of the evening watching YouTube videos of through hikers of the PCT. Of course I looked up online what it could be. The 2 most likely culprits are lumbago or a slipped disc. But from the symptoms I was more leaning towards lumbago. But of curse things like that always have to happen on the weekend, when my doctor isn't around and the pharmacy is closed. And I wasn't going to the subject my hurting back to a cab ride to one of the weekend pharmacies. So the thing I was left with was just to kick back an relax as much as I could and it got better as the weekend went on.
The one thing that surprised me most, was that I didn't feel helpless at all. A lot of the guys in my age bracket who are single and have to deal with similar stuff, they all feel helpless or wished they were in a relationship. Not me. I took it for what it was and dealt with it. But I guess having a dog has 2 positive effects here: on the one hand you have someone loyal to keep you company and having the responsibility for a dog you drag your hurting body out so that the dog can do his business. Not that Saturday und Sunday morning was particularly fun, but I managed to do it.
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