Saturday was lots of drumming including regular lesson and Tigre's class at the Crystal Fox. Then birthday party for Deborah. Rah! Packed with fun.
Sunday I got double-booked with band and softball practice. Since we have approximately one softball practice a year, I opted to go to that, and band was understanding about it. I got through over an hour of throwing and fielding drills before I went down to stop the ball turned it to 2nd, and TWEAK something went wrong in my back. Very disappointing. I had to leave at that point. I still slunk over to tzel's looking much the worse for wear and we shopped at the Han ah Rheum (buns! dumplings!) and I observed her bento creation. I knew I could lay around in pain or do things in pain, so I figured I might as well do things.
This morning I had PT and they were all disappointed to see me hobbling again. But, I protested, they told me I should go play softball! They told me to just be normal! I didn't do anything wrong! They assured me I didn't do anything wrong. Ultrasounded the back, massaged a bit, crack the spine, all of this painful. (The massage MOST PAINFUL.) I know it will recover again, but damn. And to further discourage me, the chiro said I should probably go back to my PCP and "make sure they don't want to do anything else" since this keeps reinjuring. If "anything else" in any way involves surgery, um, no. I already overheard Stacy say to someone that surgery almost always does nothing to help. Currently that is my worst fear.
This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends... :P
I just told Jody that if you checked my high pain days against my ability to cognate, you'd see a correlation. I have been dumb as a bag of hammers at work today.
Today marks 30 days til I leave for rock camp!