that’s how i am feeling lately. Robbed of my plans all too frequently. Sometimes I know the hows and whys of my latest back pain, but many times the pain comes on for no discernible reason.

If i picked up a heavy object…if I bent too quickly and heard a “pop”…if I twisted and turned and jumped and ran and went beyond myself, ok. Then I understand.

But this past weekend was Mother’s Day. I planned to watch a little softball in the morning and head out to long island for a few days to spend with mom. I woke up Sunday morning feeling like vice grips planted themselves on both thighs at maximum force. Felt as if Mike Tyson went four rounds on my back. The aches and strains on my sciatic nerve as if elves pulled and tugged on my right foot overnight.

For the previous month, I was able to work out in the gym, exercise, take long walks with some care. Monitor the usual pain, but nothing too bad. Working around the pain. Avoiding pitfalls. As usual, I cannot sit for too long so I stretch and move around. Manage.

All that happened was the weather shifted from sunny weather in the 70F range… to bitter, gusty cold under 50F overnight. Yes, I hurt when it rains. Wherever I had a surgery or strains I hurt. Shoulder. Back. calves. But this pain was severe enough to keep me in bed. Puzzled. I could not leave the apartment.

This morning the pain was better, but still hanging around me like a fog. So yeah, i am feeling robbed of my plans. Hard to explain to people that even though I appear fine and dandy, my pain continues in all fashion. Anytime, anywhere. Understandable or not. It is what it is. Just dealing the best way I can.

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