Kidding aside and getting back to sw1211 who started this all.
After all of this talk about back problems, I woke up this morning barely able to stand up. I had expected this as early as yesterday morning. I had installed a new replacement part on the vac system of my mower. The part is a large flexible (not) tube that needs to be removed and put back in place each time i emptied the baskets on back for removal of leaves. I don't want to get into all of the particulars of what, exactly I was doing, as it pertains to only an operation of interest to somebody in my biz. What was happening was that the old part is very flexible but also nearly warn out. It was/is very flexible and easy to work with. The new part is very inflexible and takes considerable strength to bend as I take on and off. I found i was putting a lot of strain on my lower back, and so I decided that during breakin period, i would only use the new part for (in this case) about an hour and then go back to the old part. That worked fine yesterday and day before. I hoped the precautions would help prevent a problem and that with today being a (forecasted) rainy day, and a Sunday, I could relax without pain.
The pain is here. I suddenly found myself doing some things, very automatically, that have helped me over the years of returning off and on, pain. I will try to explain some of what works for me. However, as they say on a certain TV program, ?Do not try this anywhere, or any time.? Each problem presents its own set of causes along with its own set of solutions. What follows are the solutions that have helped me. In some way, I hope they will help somebody else. If, in anyway, I could be of more help, either substantive, or imaginary, I would be glad to discuss by E ??any time any where??
1 With my very first bout, I went to an orthopedic surgeon who had been recommended. I was 24 and full of what adds go and spice to the world. But, I was in agony. The good (and as you will suspect, I use the term ?good? with a very large dose of salt-----Which I would not be too averse to applying in his eyes) He advised that I quit work for a year and come to him twice a week for treatment. He took several X-rays. I am not too retarded, and at the time, I may well have been thinking I was somewhat the reverse of that,---- in rather large doses. All of the X-rays he took were with me lieing down in various positions. He did not take any with me standing. When I suggested that to be a sensible addon to his research, he looked at me as if I were from a different planet and suggested that I should basically mind my own business. Funny, but I had thought that to be why I had visited him.
2 At about the same time, I had been to the Vets hospital for a knee operation. I had injured it while on paid vacation in the orient (18 months in Korea playing with gunpowder and medical supplies >>> I had been a medic.) I had been operated on about two months before seeing the above OS and when I went back to the VA for a scheduled checkup, I asked about my back pains. The good (and this time, I mean ?good? good) Dr. took the same X-rays the OS had taken, plus two more with me standing, facing camera and back to camera. It was those two pics that indicated the discrepancy of leg length. A 1/4? lift in the heel of my right shoe made the world right for a few more years. In the meantime, the above mentioned OS had threatened a law suit if I did not pay my bills to him. I have always valued my credit rating as being of utmost importance in my life and finally sent off a letter to him and his collection agency telling them that I would just love to go in to court with a counter suit. And that was in the days before such action became so common place. Just sending that letter made my back feel soooooo much better.
3 Fast forward to my 50?s I had been going to various chiropractors, depending on where I was working at the time, since the age of 24 when I was first confronted with the problems mentioned above. Some were a lot of help. Others were so-so. The last one I had been to scared hell out of me and I swore I would never go to another one of those guys. My back had just gone on a real tear and I was getting steadily more and more incapacitated. I had been recommended by several good friends to go to a Dr. Jim who they felt to be THE BEST. Finally, when I found it impossible to walk, I gave the man a call. It was after hours and he had just benn leaving his office, but he asked me some questions, gave me some advice and said to come right away. If I could not get to him, he would be glad to come to me. And that was the beginnig of a long and very helpful relationship. Now, 28 yrs and counting. I have sent every member of my family, my brother and all of his family, uncountable friends and even some who I may have been mad at.
4 This Dr., not only gave me back the capacity to walk, but, even tho he told me I might never go back to work. His skill and our mutual understandings (he and I grew up together on the farm. Me in the Berkshires and him in the hills of South Carolina where he never wore a pair of shoes til he was in HS.), and some things I worked out on my own, I not only went back to work, but continues as a hands on mason for another nearly 20 years.
5 Fast forward again.
a. aThis morning, with the old pains returning, I found myself using some of my old tricks. I did my usual (prescribed by Dr. Jim so many years ago) morning exercises.
b. With everything I had to do to prepare breakfast, I leaned on the counter, leaned on the stove (hey, not the hot part), leaned on my kees as I reached for something, leaned my knees against the cupboard to reach for something further back. An important part of SOP was to walk, or otherwise, move around the house with my knees bent. One of the first things Dr. J told me was that when my knees are bent, my back is out of gear, or words to that effect. He, of all the chiropractors I have ever been to since I was 3 or 4 years old, was the first to tell me the best exercises and to explain anything of the mechanics of my problem and the mechanics for relief.
c. I have now been up and moving for 3 hours and in a few minutes, THE BOSS and I will be taking our walk aroud the block. The pain is now nearly gone and in another hour, my son will be here to help me move a workbench my father gave to me some 69 years (I?m only 39, thankyou) ago when I was 9 years old. My GS was 9 yesterday. I am cleaning up the bench for a B-day present and GS will help me.
With all of this long winded report, I am really trying to emphasise, and Bill-E has basically said the same thing in his way, that you should go to a doctor of some sort. If you do not like what that doctor tells you, or you get not results, find another doctor. Keep searching. Somewhere out there is the man, or woman, who can help you to get back to living your life the way you would like to expect. I should not be able to stand up, let alone walk around and even go to work every day; but I have, when the necessity arose, been fortunate to find the right help so I could continue to live my life the way I chose to live it. A few setbacks here and there, but it is doable. Hang in there. For me, the best word of advice I have given my own mind is to ?keep my sense of humor.? That is possibly the best, even if difficult at times, advice of all.
Keep the faith, my friend
Tinker
PS If further help possible, i would be glad to reply off line. My E is listed