I’ve had a secret for a little while now. Months upon months. I actually can’t really remember when it began. I’ve had this dull, chronic ache on the left side of my lower back. During the day, walking around it was fine but if I went to stretch a certain way or when I would go to bed, it became more acute. Not enough for Urgent Care, but enough to be annoying. Everything on my body clicks and pops–I’d like to thank my B.A. in dance–and it seemed like something I should be able to push into place but every night I tried, every night I failed. I figured that
I had a tumor sitting on my pelvis that it was something I was just going to have to live with like my 75 yr. old social smoker lungs and rebellious itchy dragon skin. (Asthma and eczema, the diseases that evolution forgot.)
Last night before bed, I was listening to a little A Fine Frenzy which inspired some spontaneous stretching.
Sort of like this, only
- I was indoors
- I grabbed my foot with the opposite hand so that my calf was parallel to the ground
I heard a little click when I did the first side but that’s like hearing a Tea Party member question Obama’s birthplace. Eh, whatever. Used to it. I did the other side along with a few more stretches, finished listening to the song, and went to bed.
AND THAT’S WHEN I REALIZED IT WAS GONE. I did it! I clicked whatever it was that had been out of place for months back into its rightful home.
And it’s still gone this morning. I can’t believe it. 🙂
Yet more proof that what I try doesn’t work and what I do without agenda does.