When learning to live with herniated disks you discover that certain everyday actions begin to require attention and care that you have never previously afforded them. You learn this very quickly. You also forget it just as fast.
Some days the pain goes away, and you forget what is lurking in your spine, waiting to pounce upon your helpless nerves like a Vietcong ambush. It is on these days that pain returns with what seems to be a sadist's relish as you do something as trivial as rolling over in bed, bend down to get something out of the fridge, or my favorite, getting off the toilet just a scoch too quickly. Nothing makes you feel quite like a man as the possibility that your next trip to the bathroom may sentence you to bed rest for two days, or find you clinging with all of your might to the shower curtain rod so you don't end up with a face full of floor tile. It's a frightening prospect. All I need is a hemorrhoid and a trip to the loo will become a gauntlet of gladiatorial proportions.
There is nothing you can do for it but find a way to go back in time and prevent yourself from getting injured in the first place, and that has a whole new set of logistics far too complicated for someone who can't remember to get off the toilet slowly. Well, perhaps one day I will learn what I can and can not do, but I doubt it.
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