Yesterday was the end of Lance's two weeks of back rest, so I decided to lunge him with full gear. Laura lent me her synthetic Toulouse saddle with interchangeable gullets as a fitting option; Rick said it does fit Lance better than my Black Country so I used the Toulouse as a lunging surcingle. He moved very nicely with saddle and side reins, so that was good to see.
I was so curious to see if Laura's saddle fits ME, so after checking to make sure that no lump had formed during lunging, I mounted (from the arena fence, as usual). My back complained; the saddle tips me forward. I rode around for just a little bit at the walk, and then jumped off. Ouch! My back – more accurately, the right side of my S/I – was NOT happy. Was all this pain from just sitting in the saddle, or did I do something by mounting from the offside? I hobbled back to the barn and put Lance away.
When Rick got home I was in the barn picking stalls. I greeted him and asked about his day, and he responded, "Are you hurting?" That obvious, huh? Well, we have been down this road before. When Brian was a baby my back "went out," giving me a months-long taste of what my dad has been dealing with for years. An MRI revealed a small annular tear in my low back. Since then I've been somewhat careful – not bucking hay like I used to, for instance. I've had small flare-ups occasionally, but nothing major. Anyway, last night I took two naproxen sodium tablets and went to bed – once I managed to get my socks off. Reaching toward the floor, especially with my right hand, was excruciating.
This morning I had to have Rick put my socks on; I burst into tears trying. Looks like Lance's back gets a longer break....
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Groan...
The second prescription-strength dose of naproxen has taken the pain down a notch, finally. I HATE taking drugs of any kind, but in the interest of getting over this sooner rather than later, I will be following my vet's advice and keeping up on the meds.
Oh, Michelle, I'm so very sorry. Nothing hurts worse than constant back pain!
Oh Noooo. I'm sorry you're hurting, I hate it when that happens. But I did get a giggle out of your reply to thecrazysheeplady above. Following your vet's advice! snort!
Michelle,
I hope this is an episode that you recover from quickly. Definitely do all the things you are 'suppose' to do and maybe that will shorten your recuperative process. I haven't been really bad 'down' in my back for years, but I've had some times--the worst being for about two months (where finally being able to walk out side and lift one stick of firewood and carry it back inside was a cause for celebration!). Thankfully your Lance doesn't seem to be a high energy fellow and cause you more work down the road.
Tammy
Tammy
Thanks, Mary Ann. It continues to improve slowly; I'm encouraged.
Hey, I trust more than I do most doctors!
(I should say "HUMAN doctors.")
Tammy, I remarked to Rick last night how having a laid-back, lazy boy really is a blessing. :-)
Oh, I feel your pain, Michelle - there is nothing worse (except maybe tooth pain) than when something goes wrong in one's lower back. Having two ruptured disks, I know whereof I speak . . . I'm so, so sorry you have aggravated yours - ice, drugs, rest, and maybe some PT (it has helped me more than once).
So sorry Michelle! Rest, rest and more rest.
The world's best PT (or at least the one I know, trust and have been helped by) has retired. Considering that it is totally an out-of-pocket expense for us, I am reluctant to try an unknown....
Rest? What's that?
Bummer about your back!!
Having breezed quickly through the previous posts it sounds like it's getting better. Do you think the saddle is responsible? Ed has to be careful of where and how he sits (and moves...). Hope you're able to soon find the solution to the two backs.
Resting a back is nigh impossible, nor is lack of motive good for it (as you most likely know). Best to keep active as possible but always mindful of what and how you move.
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