i am realizing that i am older than i like to think i am.  sounds rediculous coming from someone who is 25, but it’s true.  i still think i can bounce back like a ten year old.  i can’t.

the other night, heather and i were playing volleyball with some friends of ours, and i got a little too intense and hyperextended my lower back going for a spike.  ouch.  the pain didn’t really hit until after we got home.  i was crawling around the apartment on my hands and knees, because the pain was too intense for walking.  monday was a little better, and i was up and walking by the afternoon, but still taking it easy.

this morning at work, the pain shot through me all of sudden when i bent over to pick something up.  i couldn’t take it anymore.  i had to go to the doctor.

now keep in mind that i haven’t been to a doctor in probably 6 or 7 years.  for anything.  i just don’t go.  heather knew i had to be in a lot of pain for me to schedule an appointment without her even suggesting that i do so.

basically, he tells me i am not young enough to do this stuff anymore, and need to stretch and exercise my back before doing anything.  gave me a pamphlet on stuff to do.  gave me a note and said not to go to work for a couple days.  then gave me the best thing of all:

vicodin.

amazing stuff!  i don’t know that i have ever had it before.  it knocks me out.  and it makes the pain go away.  i can see why people get addicted to the stuff.

so here i am, just took another a dose, and it is starting to kick in.  it’s hard to focus.  hard to type.  not sure if i’m coherent or not.  and feeling old.  i guess i should take care of my body if i still want to be able to walk by the time i turn 30.  i would really enjoy being able to do that.