Pulled a Ligament

While I was working Friday, I pulled a muscle in my lower back. It felt like I got kicked up my rear end by a mule. I tried to be as composed as I could. Making my way to the company truck, I looked like I had just ridden for eight hours on a horse. Getting to the truck and sitting down I started to feel a little bit better. Figuring I could walk it off I continued to keep on working.

That didn’t go to well as I finished up as quickly as I could and made my way back to the truck where I called my supervisor. He told me where to go and in no time I was at the doctor’s office. He was standing outside talking to someone else as I walked into the place. Completing the forms needed I did the usual waiting.

He entered the room already with a diagnosis just by how I was walking. But he did the formality of 20 questions. All confirming what he already knew. I had pulled a ligament in my lower back. Getting a prescription and a note for work, I headed back to the plant and waited for my supervisor to fill out the accident report. A few hours later I went to the drug store to get the medicine and headed home to my wife who had been texting and calling me as to how soon I was going to get home and rest.

And then the fun started. She went into mother mode in wanting to know all the details. Making sure I was comfortable in bed, waking me up to give me a nice lunch that she cooked. She continued to wake me up every few hours to see if I was OK.  Never mind the fact that the medicine was supposed to make me sleep.

In time my back got better and better. Still feels weird but hopefully I can go back to work soon and not be forced to watch hours of TV and surfing the web. Not forced to eat my favorite foods my wife cooks for me. Eating junk food and soda in bed as family members babysit my two boys for me and my wife. Although that could be the medicine talking.