back pain

Union Square Excursion (part 3) is postponed until tomorrow.

I’m not really sure why but I could not fall asleep last night until about 8:30 this morning. I only let myself sleep for three hours this morning because I have tons of homework and a thesis paper.

Later this week I will blog about making my mom’s Dressing recipe. It’s a multi-step process and takes two days to make.

Depending on my back (which still hurts for some reason) I may make another excursion into an area of Manhattan. Still deciding on which area to visit.

Plus, I’m planning on going to my first Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (if my back cooperates). Any tips would be greatly appreciated.

Also, I am on the hunt for New York themed Christmas ornaments to give as gifts to little kids. Know a place? Let me know, please.

For the past couple of days I have been working on my Thesis Paper so I can graduate. My bamboo chair is not very comfortable. Usually my rear end goes numb and I have to get up and let the blood flow once again.

Tomorrow the first draft of my paper is due so I had tons of work to finish.

I got up to get a cup of coffee and decided to take the garbage out. I bent over and BAM! A shockwave of pain rolled through my back and I had difficulty standing up. I went to my room and lay down on the floor to see if that would help. Nope.

As I tried not to breathe too deeply I reminisced about the other times I threw my back out.

The first time was around 2001. I bent over to pick up a sock and felt something strange happen to my back. There was no pain at that precise moment but when I tried to stand up I couldn’t and searing pain attacked me.

I didn’t know what to do. My whole body hurt when I tried to move even a little bit. I lay down and realized the pain eased when I put my legs up.

I was stuck there until my roommate came home and to helped me to the recliner. I stayed in that chair for three days. It was miserable but I got over it.

The next time was several years later while at Wal-Mart buying kitty litter and cat food.

When I picked up the 15 pound bucket of kitty litter I felt it happen but decided to use mind over matter. By the time I got through check out and to my car I was hunched over the shopping cart and in tears from the pain. A very nice man loaded my stuff into the trunk for me.

Since I didn’t have three days to spend waiting it out I called my dad and he told me I needed Ibuprofen and a heating pad. I did not have a heating pad. He said to go to the Walgreens drive-thru window and tell them what happen and see if they can help.

The gentlemen at the window understood what I was going through and grabbed the things I needed and brought it out to my car since it hurt to lift my arms.

At home I got the heating pad ready and was just about to take the Ibuprofen when I remembered I still had some muscle relaxers from when I dislocated my shoulder. I was so happy.

Twelve hours later my back felt weak but pain free.

This time I am not so lucky. The Ibuprofen is not working and I think I keep burning myself on the heating pad but it is the only thing stifling the pain.

It’s going to be a long and painful night as I work on my paper.