I work with people of all ages, and a lot of the older ones like to say things like, “I was working here before you were born!” Or, “Just wait until you get older! My body sure doesn’t behave the way it used to.”
To which I reply by saying, “Whoa, man. You must be getting pretty old.” Or “I know what you mean. As soon as I turned 24 I started falling apart.”
I pulled my hip muscle at exactly 24.5. For weeks there was no improvement. Then one day I woke up and there was a step change. Still very much present, but better. That very same day my TMJD began. Within weeks my diet was restricted to yogurt, pudding, mashed potatoes and ice cream. And my chronic back pain kicked in right around the time the pain in my jaw began to subside.
I was possessed with back pain for the better part of two years. It was worst in the morning and kept me from sleeping in. I was also forced to meet with an ergonomic specialist at work every month, who basically told me to avoid all physical activity. It’s a good thing I chose to completely ignore him and take up Bikram yoga. Within about 6 months my back pain went from debilitating to slightly annoying to non-existant…
Until I stood in an airport security line for hours with my 17″, overweight laptop on my back. That was this June. The resulting knot in my back was just wrapping itself up when my good (or should I say bad?), old hip was resurrected. But all of this is really just background for what I’m going to tell you next.
I went to yoga on Wednesday. When I woke up Thursday morning and stepped out of bed my first thought was, “I don’t feel any pain in my hip at all!”
My second thought was, “Oh great. I’m sick.”