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Originally Posted by bpcyclist
Managed to injure my back yesterday. Maybe the day before on the bike. It is in a weird place, a rhomboid maybe. Hard to move without engaging that group. Took a ton of aspirin. Old school. Maybe it will turn around.
Going to be out of one of my meds for awhile.. Not sure if I took more than I ws supposed to, or what. I installed that Medisafe thing, so, it reminds me now and tells me what to take. Hopefully, that will help me get more on track.
Not sure about the bike today with this back deal. May have to sit it out.
Maybe this weird spaciness will get better today. I keep just praying that this will be the day I turn the corner.
Hugs and love to all!!!!!!!!
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I hope your brain clears of the spaciness soon, bpcyclist!
Would a cream or gel with arnica help your back? Voltaren is now also available OTC. It required a prescription, in the US, until just recently. A little of this stuff goes a long way. My husband uses both, often. He has various back pain issues and they help him a lot, especially well the Voltaren.
I'm a happy user of Medisafe, too, thanks to swimmingly. Pill boxes help to prevent accidentally taking more doses than you're supposed to.
I appreciate your input regarding the vacation plans. I don't know if I can get my husband to reduce the flight numbers/locations, but my refusal to participate in a "real estate day" is a start. He doesn't argue too much when I need a break day or bow out of some things, especially when it comes to seeing his friends in Czech Republic. Not sure if you always like my mini stories, but here's a funny one. I hope you (and any others reading it) won't find it disgusting.
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The first time my hubby (then fiancé) and I went together to Europe to visit his family and friends, and announce our engagement, we flew first to Amsterdam and had quite a time of it there. [No details to be shared.] We then headed towards Czech Republic, but would first visit a friend, and then two of his siblings, all of whom live in Germany. We spent the first night in Köln (Cologne, Germany), a beautiful city, and then drove to Mannheim, where we spent the second night with the mentioned friend. I had been drinking a lot and was nervous. He and his friend, and her husband, were speaking mostly only Czech. Any translations were the equivalent to those poked fun of in the movie "Lost In Translation" (good movie). The longer they talked, the sleepier I became. [It's hard sitting for hours not understanding.] It became painful! So I excused myself to go to the bathroom. There I allowed myself a "moment of rest" by bending over, while seated, and putting my head on my lap.
Suddenly, I heard a scream! It was the female friend, who then quickly called my husband, who came running to the bathroom. Apparently, I had fallen asleep in there for quite a long while, in that position. His friend, who assumed I had gone to bed, saw me on the toilet and thought I was dead. In a half-sleep, I was walked to the guest bedroom, and indeed then went to bed. You can't imagine how embarrassed I was in the morning, when facing his friends at breakfast. Of course I apologized, with the obvious excuse of extreme fatigue and continued jet lag. Truth is that I hadn't slept much at all until that night. I never could sleep on any flight.
The above is a true story.