I have been seeing The World’s Best Physical Therapist for a little over a month about my chronic back pain. Over the years I have seen doctors, chiropractors, an acupuncturist, a personal trainer, and another PT to no avail; the back pain has slowly gotten worse over the past 30 years. It got significantly worse after I spent the better part of 2 months in a wheel chair after breaking my ankle in 2008.
This physical therapy thing was probably my last chance. Happily, after the first visit I got a PT who is wonderful. She is beyond competent; she actually listens carefully to what I say, then selects exercises specifically for those pains and weaknesses. She has been working to, among other things, strengthen my abdominals — particularly the ones that got sliced in the two C-sections — and relax my lower back muscles. While I have seen definite improvement in abdominal muscle engagement, there has been zero, zip, nada, improvement in back pain.
In addition to doing my exercises once or twice a day, depending on how my exercised muscles feel, this morning I did a couple minutes of abdominal stuff before I even got out of bed. My thinking was that I needed to *wake up* those muscles and remind them of their job. I knew it worked because I could feel those muscles when I got up.
This experiment stemmed from a couple of experiences this weekend.
One morning I leapt out of bed, let the dogs out, fixed their morning meds/treats (Lucy The Formerly Intrepid But Now Senior Dog gets a ground-up pill in a scoop of canned dog food, the other two get a scoop of that yumminess so they don’t feel left out), and started the espresso maker. By this time my back was screaming, and I had to go lie down until the coffee was ready.
The next morning I did a few exercises before I got dressed, and I found that my back hurt somewhat less.
Today, after the morning routine — the aforementioned exercises (more than I did that other morning), let the dogs out, fixed their meds/treat, made the coffee, got dressed, drank the latte and ate a granola bar while checking my email, brushed my teeth, read a few blogs — I took Misha The Rescue Dog and walked to the ~1/10 mile tomailbox to get the mail.
My back did not hurt at all on the way to the mailbox!
I have something wonderful to report to TWBPT at my next appointment on Thursday!