Monday, September 17, 2012

Random. I blame it on the shooting pain in my back.

My lower back hurts. As in ouch. As in I'm sitting on the couch at the moment with a heating pad and a cushion and am trying to figure out the logistics of spending the night in this very position because the prospect of getting up and climbing stairs seems too daunting to consider. Nothing happened to trigger it as far as I can tell, but one minute I was making aloo gobee and the next, the act of sitting was like acupuncture with spindly needles wedged into my lower back. Am a bit concerned as I have a long way to go and if its already this bad now, how much worse will it get? Hoping the Tylenol kicks in soon [which, regular Tylenol is literally impossible to find as the shelves are stocked exclusively with extra-strength. Managed to find regular strength only by asking the pharmacist who kept a generic one strangely titled Q-Pap behind the register. Why is the regular strength hidden from customers? Why is it called Q-Pap? So many pressing and perplexing questions. Such few answers.]

Luckily I had Alexandar McCall Smith's latest installment to keep me company The Importance of Being Seven. I truly love how McCall Smith writes about the simplicity of daily life with characters I've come to love. His words are light but deep. They reflect into the simple beauty of an ordinary life and every now and then he'll drop lovely dollops of wisdom:
 Human vulnerability: here we are with all our human pretensions, with our mastery of the world about us with our clever machines and our elaborate conceits and we are no more than children who must, like the smallest of creatures, surrender to sleep and the powerlessness of oblivion.
When I read this series about life in Scotland I want nothing more than to pack my things, grab my loved ones, and head to  Edinburgh, the most charming and lovely place that ever existed. So it was funny to read the characters in this book complaining profusely about their hometown as they toured and marveled the glory of Italy and just how unfriendly Edinburg is. How drab the weather. How shabby the buildings. How sub par the cuisine. So much better is Italy that one could in fact genuinely lose their marbles after examining the contrast of their prior to life to the beauty of Florence. I had to laugh as the characters complained about their home, the city I daydream about living in. A reminder [yet again] to bloom where one is planted. As Smith writes we are all fortunate in one way or another. The task for most of us is to identify in what way that is. It's quiet reminders like these that really help me love Smith's work.

I'm excited to have finished the book so I can re-read Strayed's latest book, Tiny Beautiful Things One of my dearest friends sent me this book for my birthday. As it was a collection of online advice columns, I admit I was puzzled at first by its premise. And then I read it. I wanted to read 50 books this year so it makes little sense to pause and re-read a book when I'm quite far from my goal but this is one of those books where one read alone won't do. I read this book in record time on the cruise but without a ready supply of pens to highlight with, I'm afraid I missed too much. [and I didn't share about the cruise did I? Must do that do that soon]. If you're looking for a book you can't put down, one that might unlock keys to your personal universe and that just make you hold your son so tightly you [and he] fear you might never let go, this book is a must read.

This book however, is located upstairs which interferes with my plans to spend the next three months planted firmly on this couch. Hopefully Q-Pap has had enough time to work its magic. [Though with a name like that I admit I have little faith]. Any tried and true back remedies in your storehouse of knowledge?  I would be ever so very very grateful as with a toddler who waits for no one, back pain or not, stairs must eventually be tackled and life must continue to be lived. One step at a time. It's the best way to try to do anything, no?


      Julia Munroe Martin said...

      So sorry to hear about your back (hope it feels better by now...). I've shared your frustration and perplexion over regular strength tylenol -- but always thought it was just my part of the country. Now I know to ask the pharmacist. As for Alexander McCall Smith, I totally agree. I love his characters as well, and I'm reading The Saturday Big Tent Wedding (No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency), always remind me of the part of my childhood in Africa. I haven't read the Scottish books, but now want to -- thanks for the intro! And I love your words to remember to "bloom where one is planted," I needed that today.

      Deathstar said...

      Either Thermacare heat wrap for back or if it's inflammation, then a cold pack. Also a muscle relaxant Robaxicet or some equivalent. Also a chiropractor who uses active release - which is like acupressure. Good luck.

      Aisha said...

      Thank you Julia! I do feel better thank you so much and yes I love Ladies Detective Agency, I think if you like that you will love 44 Scotland Street!!!

      Thanks for the advice Deathstar, I think they have icey/hot packs at the pharmacy will check that out when I head to the store tomorrow!

      MomMom said...

      If you haven't talked to your doctor already, I would do that. They can help. If it continues you might need a physical therapy referral. I had to have them during my 2nd pregnancy because of the sever lower back pain. Pain so bad I cried at times. Regular tylenol didn't work (truth: I always used extra strength and never even looked for regular strength). Prescription tylenol 3 worked a little; it was sometimes the only thing that kept me going during the day.

      Other alternative treatments are massage (find one that does pre-natal, obviously), acupunture, chiropractic. The chiropractor helped a lot with me, too. Also, I second those icy/hot patches.

      I hope you get some relief and that it goes away for good!

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