Adding insult to injury – or injury to Fibro – either way, not much fun.

I’ve hurt myself.

I’m not even too sure exactly how I did it, but yesterday morning I ended up with stabbing pain all down the left side of my back. I did all the things you are supposed to do. Ice, anti-inflammatory drugs, gentle stretching, massage, I even got my TENS machine out.

I took extra care to be very good in my posture and rested all day yesterday. But when I woke up this morning I could barely wipe my bum (I know that’s probably TMI – but I assure you I managed with only a few four letter words).

So off to my physiotherapist I went. Bobby-Jo Strong at Pivotal Motion is a wonder woman. She does dress a bit more conservatively than the comic book hero, but I’m sure she could rock that costume if she wanted to! Honestly as long as she works her magic on my muscles, she can wear whatever she likes!

I’ve been seeing Bobby for a couple of months now, and I’ve been meaning to write about her, but it just hasn’t happened until now.

My first consult with Bobby was fantastic. The moment she told me that she was going to give me some gentle exercises, but that I was not to push myself to hard and cause a flare, I knew I had found someone who really got it.

She knows she can’t fix all my pain in 30 mins, so she works on the area that I ask her to – occasionally she does a little on somewhere else because she feels that I need it, and so far she’s been right every time!

When I rang today, she fitted me in quickly and spent the time I needed to release most of the tension in my back. As I write this, I still have a few twinges, but I am SO much better than I was. Since the physio this morning, I can get up without complete agony (plus I can wipe my bum without swearing!)

Unfortunately that much pressure on my muscles usually comes back to bite me the next day or two, but it’s still better than the amount of pain I was in this morning and yesterday. So I’m currently in my hyperbaric oxygen chamber, and I’ll be sure to get in again tomorrow.

Hopefully, I’ll manage to avoid a flare. But it remains to be seen if the FibroTroll was happy with his toll today.

What do you do when life adds an extra injury or illness to your fibro? I’d love to know.

Author: Sonja

One woman’s journey as she comes to terms with living with Fibromyalgia. Living with her knight in tarnished armour, with a small flock of chickens, and pair of Tawny Frogmouths and a homicidal Butcher Bird in the backyard.