In-Depth Thoughts from The Girl
So, today I want to paint a picture for you. Ray. Ray is the guy who is always limber, and healthy. Runs 13 miles on a whim, finishes workout and gets in car and drives home. No stretching. No core exercises. Likely doesn’t even drink a recovery drink. Seriously, if the guy ever even asks where the Advil is, I look at him like “Oh my gawd, what’s wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital????”
Versus me. I’ve done everything possible since around 4th grade when I took my first out of province trip to compete at an Atlantic Canadian squash trip, to stay healthy. I’ve been in and out of so many physiotherapist offices, I do ALLLLL the little stabilizer muscle exercises, and core stretches. You get the point. And yet, my sciatic nerve, SI Joint, and the rest of the lower back family have taunted me for 20 some years. Me having a back spasm to Ray is a “meh” moment. In fact, me being stuck in a major traffic jam during end stage labor contractions was a questionable “meh” moment for Ray. “How bad can the pain be?”…
So, back to situation here last week. Ray is walking across the living room, just about the bend down to pick up our smallest human, annnnnd wham gets stuck.
Literally. Forward bend, caveman style hunch. All pain. No words. Just grunts.
Once it was confirmed the man wasn’t having a heart attack, and he was positioned on the couch with hot pack wrapped on his back, muscle relaxing meds ingested, I chuckled just a little bit. Quietly of course.
Ray: “What do I do?”
Me: “You lay there, and try to let the muscle relax”
Ray: “Okay. When will it end?”
Me: “Ray, you need to understand this could be several days”
Ray: “Oh, okay, let me see if I can stand up”
Me: “hahahahahahahaha yeah right”
Ray: ---- does nothing...for three hours ----
Me: “Can’t move can you?”
Me: “Ray, this is okay. It happens. It will take a few days for that muscle and nerve to release, there’s nothing you can do but take it easy. And maybe try to appreciate your health a little bit!”
So. Being the loving wife that I am. I took the best-est care of the crippled man as I could while trying to curb my sarcasm. Only a few times did I remind him of all the situations whereby I have been mid back spasm (or contractions) while he looked on with a raise eyebrow. I think he gets it now.
Ray lucked into a great recommendation to a Chiropractor nearby, he’s an Ironman himself. And a few adjustments later with reduced lugging tiny humans around, he seems to be on the mend.
I’m hoping after all that, he might be vulnerable to me now talking him into letting build out a weight training box at the DCR Cave. There is some serious value to strength training as we get older! I’d say it’s about time that we both get back to the grind. I told him, you can’t continue to expect so much from your body without giving back to it!
Well. That’s it. That’s the inside scoop from the Maker household. Sorry, I didn’t take any photos! Next time I’ll try to snap a Caveman- Ray photo! Haha Poor guy.
As always, thanks for reading!