It appears that, as I get older, my body is continually letting me down. When I was young, I could stay up all night partying, then wake up at 6:00 am and go to work. I could run on 3.5 hours of sleep, work a full day, then go out at night – several times a week.
Now that I am official in my mid-30’s my body has started talking back to me. Disrespecting me so much that I am looking to trade it in for a new one. It has stopped burning fat the way it should, my knees snap crackle and pop when I use them (which is so very sexy), along with other various aches and pains my hips have a tendancy to become lax and will slightly twist, thereby pinching my sciatic nerve and causing me great pain. Which brings me to exactly where I am right now. I have been in sciatic hell for about 3 months now. You can imagine how happy and wonderful I’ve been lately! The pain is so bad that I can’t sit for an extended period of time – making it almost impossible to work, drive, and sleep – or do anything else for that matter. I can’t do laundry, I can’t unload the dishwasher or pick up my dirty clothes. I can’t get my children dressed for the day, nor can we wrestle on the ground before bedtime. I’m a bitch at work, barely speaking at all and I’m even worse at home because my tolerance level is at zero. I can’t stand the screaming and fighting that sometimes happens with two boys in the house.
I’m tired. I’m cranky. AND I don’t feel like working.
Anyways, the sciatica has progressed to where I can’t feel my toes. I’m also having sharp pain down the back of my leg with spasms in my calf (fun!). I went to see a doctor, he prescribed a muscle “relaxer” but it doesn’t really work. I’m also taking motrin 3 times a day, which makes me so sleepy that I have found my head bobbing at work (professional!). I went to physical therapy yesterday and we did some exercises, then as I was getting ready to leave – he surprised me with crutches! Also, he suggested that I carry my things in a fanny pack (as if!). He said that if I didn’t want the crutches he could give me a walker. A walker!! My grandmothers don’t even use a walker!! Could you see me with a walker and a fanny pack? Just shoot me!
I compromised with the crutches and a backpack. That was the last straw for me. I ended up having a good cry after that during my PT appointment. I just took the motrin – so in about 20 minutes or so, I’ll be sleeping at my desk. Don’t wake me.