The Two Sides of Back Pain

I did too ambitious a plow pose in yoga class today, and heard my back make a suspicious popping sound. When I rolled out of the position, I couldn't sit up straight. Bent over like a crone with a cane, I inched my way to my car and made it home. I have been icing my back and crunching Advil for the last few hours.

My reaction to my body failing in any way is so convoluted since the peak days of suffering with a pain condition. On the one hand, I want to shout, "I've paid my dues. I earned a lifetime get-out-of-pain card. Pass me by and give that 20 year old in purple spandex a broken finger nail instead.

On the other hand, it's a bit delicious to have a normal person's ailment. Something with a known cause, a clear treatment, and most importantly, an end date. I'm seeing my chiropractor tomorrow and expect to be down-dogging again by the weekend.