Yes, I'm ready to riot! I'm not one usually felled by sickness or injury, and I play hurt no matter what, but this sciatica is really doing a number on me.
My chiropractor has declared me an enigma—just what everyone wants, to be a medical mystery, amiright?—because it completely went away and then came back with such a vengeance. I'm starting to believe that I subconsciously willed away the pain because I knew otherwise our vacation would be ruined. If that's the case, I'm determined to will it away again (but so far not having much luck).
Before vacation, I could stand well enough, but sitting was unbearable; now it's the opposite. Lying down was and remains the best option, so fortunately I can sleep at night, and I've been doing little else besides lounging on the couch reading, doing crosswords, and playing games on my iPad. (Anyone up for a round of LetterPress? Scrabble? Words with Friends? Scramble with Friends? Hangin' with Friends? My user name is "wisekaren.")
It's much worse in the morning, which seems weird because I've just been resting all night. But that first hour or two I can barely stand it. I'm taking ibuprofen just for its anti-inflammatory properties; I'm not one for pain killers and in any event I'm worried that if I mask the pain, I won't get the signal when I'm in a bad position and need to move or risk impinging the nerve further. And I'm icing frequently throughout the day. As Andy (who knows from pain) has taught me, to reduce the inflammation by even a hair could be the difference between the nerve pain and normalcy.