Yep. I have broken my back. I heard it snap and said “oh shit.”
It’s no biggie. I walked home when I broke my leg the first time. It kept giving away and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but I didn’t care. I was more afraid of the whipping I was going to get. I have walked around with pneumonia and (thank the head Holy man) it was caught before I completely drowned.
It has been hurting since I did it but I have an extremely high tolerance for pain so I ignored it. I’m not a big whiner. I learned years ago that (a) it wouldn’t do any good and (b) it would make somebody mad and he would yell at me and make me feel even worse.
It’s funny, it didn’t bother me that much the day I did it but….holy cow! When I went to bed, I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t even turn over. As long as I’m up and moving about, I’m fine (except for the constant, nagging throbbing.) I was even able to mow my lawn. (I have a riding mower so that wasn’t too bad.)
Consistent with my weird nature, most people find relief when they’re prone…but not me. That’s the worst. I can sit and walk with not much trouble but I have to be careful. I tend to jump up from a chair and it has really impeded my ability to run the neighborhood dogs out of my yard.
I have to be careful if I cough or even worse…sneeze.
I finally went to the doctor because it seemed to be getting worse. I knew it was inflamed and I have never been one to do the ice/heat thing. I got the usual questions…why did you wait so long? Why didn’t you call when you first did it? Yada, yada, yada.
I refused any pain drugs and I think my doctor wanted to call me an idiot. But, if I was hopped up on drugs, there’s no telling what I might get up to. I might start waxing nostalgic and that’s just not something that’s in my repertoire.
I have taken an aspirin a few times but I couldn’t tell that it did much good.
My doctor wanted me to get a brace to wear but I told her I didn’t need it. She’s the cutest little woman and I think she genuinely cares about her patients but….when I said that, she raised her voice and said “you have a broken back!”
I got the brace and have been trying to wear it but it is ANNOYING. I figure it will take a few weeks more to heal. I remember all the times I looked after “somebody” when his back went out. It’s my turn now but there’s nobody to look after me. Figures. Again, no biggie. I will look after myself. Unlike that somebody, I’m not a big baby who thinks their finger is falling off because they have a hangnail.
It’s actually hurting right now so I think I’ll put that medieval torture device on and see if it helps.