It all started last week – I got that sciatica pain (right at the top of the butt) that normally goes away if I can just get everything to adjust. Normally, all I have to do is swing my hips around and it goes away, but not this time. This time, as the pain continued and I kept swinging my hips around to try and make it stop, more and more things started to hurt – by the end of this week, whenever I moved wrong, one of my hips would make this horrible popping noise which hurt enough to make me yelp like a puppy.
Last night, I called my chiropractor and begged him to see me after I got off work (he’ll see me on a Saturday night if I can convince him that it’s really an emergency). When I got there, his comment was “Wow – you’re really fucked up” and then he proceeded to make it better.
I love my chiropractor. I hadn’t realized how bad I’d felt until I felt better.
The problem with working long hours (and having 10 hour turnaround every night) is that it’s impossible to get anything done – I come home, go right to sleep, get up and go right to work. So, when I do get a day off, I don’t rest – I have to fit a week’s worth of life into 12 or so hours – laundry, stuff around the house, grocery shopping, car stuff, etc.. Plus, I feel guilty when I don’t work out, so I usually try to go to the gym.
According to the chiropractor, I’ve been running myself into the ground (not to mention eating too much crap and drinking too much coffee) and am ‘toxic’ and dehydrated, which has led to some sort of musculoskeletal freakout. When I told him I’d had plans to swim today, he hit the roof. “No swimming, no gym, no bike riding! I want you to rest tomorrow – stay home, stay off your feet.”
“I can’t stay in bed all day” I protested.
“Well, you should, but try to keep the activity to a minimum tomorrow. You have got to rest.”
So, although I didn’t work out, I did have to run some errands, so I was on my feet for a few hours. I hope this means I’m not going to hurt like hell for the rest of the week – this morning was the first day this week I’ve not had any pain, although my feet started to hurt near the end of the day.
Pilot season’s almost over, and in a couple of weeks there won’t be any work at all, and I can rest like hell then, but I have to work as much as I can while I’ve got the chance. I just need that smartass spine-mangler (and I say that with love) to get me through the next couple of weeks.
He’s also put me on a special diet – no meat, no sugar, limited caffeine, and lots of water. This is going to suck at work. One can only pee so often before it starts to become an issue with one’s boss (not to mention the problems finding something edible on the crafty table).
Tomorrow is some additional shooting for the last movie (so it should only be a 12 hour day), and then I’m back on the pilot for the rest of the week.