2025-10-04: backs, backs, backs

so that makes three. last night we got a text from a friend, that she'd taken her husband to the hospital with back pain so bad he was having trouble breathing. i've dealt with back pain since my 20s, as has my other closest male friend. he went to the hospital with back pain once, too, after a set in the gym that caused his back to seize up, leaving him unable to move.

like my friend who went last night, like me seemingly every year, the cause was a muscle spasm. i've had back episodes that were painful, but not a huge deal, and i've had some where i couldn't take a deep breath because of the pain. the answer for me has always been the same: ibuprofen/methocarbamol tablets, ice, time. the first few days the worst, trying to find ways to shimmy out of bed or get off the couch or out of a chair. it slowly gets better. i can start to introduce gentle yoga stretching. after 2-3 weeks, basically back to normal.

i'm really feeling it for my friend right now, though, because this is on top of his regular, chronic knee pain. a guy who works a physical job. he's going to need to take some time off. they'll be okay, but everything comes hard for a bit: walking the dogs, making meals, even getting on and off the toilet.

why are (lower) backs such delicate, shitty things?

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