My weekend forecast is not filling me with excitement. It’s been over a week since I last surfed and the pounding I took (in my mind as I went over the falls I thought I could break my leg here; luckily I didn’t) has resulted in a back-located niggle that was so intense last Wednesday that I actually got physically ill and had to miss two subjects at uni. The pain relented during the week and I avoided the surf to rest up so I wouldn’t make it worse. Now a week and a half later, the pain has worsened and I can’t even arch my back to do a pop-up on the floor without screaming. My spine. Oh dear god, my spine.
So it looks like my weekend surf will not be happening…again.
I’ve tried Ibruprofen, Nurofen, Paracetamol, Paracetamol Plus and Codeine and Codeine Extra…
I’ve tried Magic Goop and Tiger Ointment, and massages (from an obliging boyfriend; how very sweet), and hot baths and cold baths, walking and resting, stretching, core strengthening exercises and Deep Heat and Voltarin. The pain is only getting worse so I think I have to admit defeat and mosy on off to the doctor for a referral to a spine-cruncher or physiotherapist so I can hurry up and finally get back into the water.
That being said, I think I will head down to Port Phillip Bay and just go for a paddle, just to try and loosen up those muscles sans the jolting of the waves.