The sock problem

There is no way to sugar coat the absolutely embarrassing way I injured my back yesterday, so I’m just going to say it:

I hurt my back putting on my socks yesterday morning.

It was bad enough to send me to see a doctor almost right away. The doctor diagnosed the problem as a pulled muscle. I asked her if this was because I turned 40 and she said no. (Maybe she was trying to make me feel better.) She said that the most likely cause was that I’d made a sudden, awkward move. Which resulted in a painful pulled muscle in the left side of my back, about midway up just behind my ribs. I did this first thing yesterday morning, and for much of the day, my activity level was at a minimum. There isn’t a whole lot that can be done for an injury like this, other than avoid straining it. I’m supposed to ice it for the first 48 hours and then use heat thereafter.

I did get a handful of prescriptions to take for the pain, and that does help. It is difficult to find a comfortable position to sit. Sleeping is even worse. The most comfortable position I can manage is to sleep flat on my back–something that I’ve trained myself not to do over the course of my life. I thought it would make for a tough night’s sleep, and while it was not easy just to lay there on my back, the pain medicines did help some.

So there you have it. I managed to pull a muscle putting on my socks. If that doesn’t provide you with laughs to start off the work week, I don’t know what will.