Sunday evening was very cool. I was excited to start on an adventure with good friends. Maybe I twisted too quickly getting out of his car. Moving from the warm car into the cool evening air may have been too much of a contrast. Pain shot through my left hip.
I grimaced. Do you suck in the air through your teeth when agony sneaks up and bites you too? But, I didn’t let my friends know. No use being a baby about a little discomfort.
The more that I stomped around in the woods, the worse the pain became. Rest would have made sense but our journey West knew only a limited amount of opportunity before we were called back home and into the office.
Every day I popped pain pills and carried out the woodsmanship that we had planned for an entire year. Both hips were sore. On top of that my back was beginning to ache.
Back problems are no fun. They ruin everything. I was disappointed that my slow movements were escalating
If the pain persisted I knew that i would have to go and see my doctor. Lots of tests would have to be taken and any subsequent diagnosis would not be any fun at all.
I imagined a prognosis of a few months to live. Some malady with a name that I couldn’t pronounce would be my undoing. God was calling me home . . . such heroic morbidity, eh?
Now, ten days later I suddenly remembered. Walking across a parking lot with groceries in hand my mind pieced together the cause of my pain. Aren’t such reflective recollections amazing?
A week ago Friday, I was walking the streets of downtown with a good friend. The weather turned soggy and sprinkled enough rain on the sidewalks to get them slick. Locked into conversation while walking I stepped on to a slick spot, went airborne.
But, because of my highly trained athletic skills I landed on three appendages with one other reaching for balance. My friend was very impressed with my recovery. It was a break dance move of the coolest kind.
That unexpected near-fall was my eventual injury. The twisting and straining surely tore something that began to surface days later. At least I wasn’t dying of some rare tropical disease. While it may not have been break dancing, I did break something.