I’m seeing a chiropractor.
I’ve been experiencing some debilitating back pain since December. Yes, I realize that’s a really long time to experience such awful pain. At first, it was intermittent. And then it got progressively worse. To the point that three days before we left on our visit, FireDad took the kids out of the house with him for the day so I could just rest and weep and read and weep and sleep. I was basically immobile. We still went on our visit, but I fell down twice and almost fell in the parking lot of a rest stop on the way home. I just couldn’t even hold my weight.
I did schedule an appointment on that first truly immobile day, but I couldn’t get in until after the visit. Turns out that my L 3, 4 and 5 are jammed together. My chiropractor asked me if I had fallen; I hadn’t. But they’re jammed something fierce and wearing on one another. Swell. I have no range of motion, which is frustrating for someone who is normally pretty flexible.
I’ve had two appointments that actually involved adjustments. I’m feeling better, though I’m learning not to push myself right now. On my first appointment, I kind of broke down into tears as I told the doctor that I couldn’t pick up my kids anymore. I mean, I haven’t really been able to lift BigBrother for awhile now. But I had to convince LittleBrother that he could climb into our SUV and into his car seat by himself because I couldn’t lift him anymore. And every time we got into the car on the trip, he would ask, “Is your back feeling better?” I would reply that it did not. And he would ask, in his teeny-tiny voice, “Mommy, when can you pick me up again?”
I wanted to say, “Well, kid, you’re four! You’re big and tough and it’s great to be independent!” But my mommy heart just shattered all over the place every time he asked. I haven’t been able to run or play or even bend over the tub to bathe them as of late. I’ve been feeling twelve kinds of useless.
I have hope though. I don’t know why it took me so long to schedule the appointment. I mean, I know why; I’m stubborn as all get out. And I usually believe that things will get better with time. Turns out that crazy back pain doesn’t always get better on its own. Sometimes it needs some help.
Unfortunately we’re traveling twice in the next two-and-a-half weeks, so I’ll not be getting my three-times-per-week in until after BlogHer ’11. But I’m hopeful that someday soon I’ll be able to pick up this little guy again.

Because there’s only so much time left for me to pick him up anyway.

We’re supposed to be talking about our healthy go-to snack. But… I don’t have one.
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