I have not been in the water since early June. That's crazy. I'm not quitting, but my low back pain will not let up. I just go to doctors, physical therapists, the out-patient surgery center, and take meds. I was put out to pasture by my federal job due to my inability to stand for long without mucho pain and spasms. I also had to bend and reach down in slow motion so I didn't have something slip out of whack. I had to request to use a telephone headset because my neck is fused. My work was hustle-bustle, run around like crazy, reach over two customer counters that I served, and bend over repeatedly to get products. Then they raised my countertops so that I would not be able to sit down and stand up as needed to give my back a break. Chairs were disallowed. Silly, but that's what happens when you get old. Too much for me anymore.
I did two "requests for accommodation" for disability, which is required by law, but the government puts you through the mill and grinds you up with their paperwork requirements. You can't win, or if you win your job duties will be changed to break you down. This was my experience. By the time I got a lawyer the disability retirement was welcome.
But let me return to the ocean. My last swim messed up my back for a week. Since then I have experienced four separate trips to the out-patient surgery center for lumbar pain nerve blocks and also radio-frequency nerve ablation injections. They have only helped decrease the pain by one-third, I'd say. I want to go swim but I know that I'll suffer for it for a week afterward with the meds, ice packs, TENS unit, and pain. Raw deal.
Actually, just writing this is motivating me a bit to get my lazy butt to the beach. I read a few swim blogs and I'm jealous of the swimmers. Aghrrr... We'll see.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
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