I had a bit of a wierd experience last night.I drove tha car home as normal and drove into the complex that I live ina dn I was in pretty high spirits,as I realised that the weekend was only a day away.It would give me a chance to churn over that ridiculous excuse for a concerned email I got from my folks during the week.
So I parked the car in front of the garage as usual,the neighbours kids were playing in the road,and shouted and screamed as I drove past as they do every day.
Got out of the car,and headed into the simplex,put my bag down and headed for the loo,as I always do - its a bit of along drive to get home ( lol ),got a 'oh you're home' headbutt from my cat as I walked through the lounge,and 2 steps away from the bathroom doorway it happened...................
The worst back spasm I have ever had in my life.I cried out in pain - it felt like some one had pushed a red hot poker down my spine from the top,and they were trying to reach my feet.I froze,not daring to move in case I tore one fo the muscles.My feet stuck firmly to the floor.I felt weak,I couldnt stand it - I reached out looking for the nearest thing to hold on to - feeling like biting on to a handkerchief as the bones are rebroken to be put back into place correctly.
The door frame of the bathroom.I held on tight and squeezed,though at the time it felt like I was going to crush it altogether.
It persisted for nearly 3 minutes,it felt like my back was on fire - it came without warning,and went as quickly as it came.Trying to concentrate on putting my fingers through the door frame - i didnt realise that it had subsided completely.
I needed to move - but I couldnt - I was scared.It was times like this that I wished I had someone in my life that was here with me NOW,some one to help me,some one for me to lean on when i needed them,and still be there for them when they needed me - but that was not the case.I think I did a good enough job of being stubborn about everything in my life,and not getting the point 4 years ago when my wife was taken away from me - I should have let the penny drop then - but I didnt.Silly me.............
I finally got up the courage to move.One baby step after another,after another - and then I made it to the bed.Its normally 3 steps and about 2.8 seconds away - but it took what seemed like forever.Exhausted from the effort and holding the wall as i went.I gingerly lay down on the bed,trying to lay down as straight as possible and trying not too move.
That had never happened before,and as far as I am concerned it doesnt have my permission to happen again.
But thats not the point,is it?
I am not supposed to be stubborn about it anymore - its not helping.I guess the only thing I am stubborn about these days is this infernal condition.I hate it,and I wish it would go away........and never come back.
What did I do that was so horribly wrong to deserve this?



