I will be 62 this coming September. Not by any means old, just not as young as I once was. Please note the absence of the word foolish there as in young and foolish. I may not be as young as I once was, but I still have my moments of foolish.
One such moment has been a full week in the making. On my first day back at work following my vacation, I pulled a muscle on the left side of my body. I felt the tug, but the pain didn't start until later in the day. Since I was at home, I decided to use the heating pad because it felt so good. Which, of course, meant that I totally ignored the instructions to ice recent injuries and heat older ones. Along with the advice to rest when one injures a muscle. I just kept heating the area and taking ibuprofen. It was working, or so I thought.
After 1 full week of heating the injury while continuing to work, and masking my body's requests for me to rest by taking the ibuprofen, I have now managed to strain just about all the muscles on the left side of my body. I am one solid mass of pain from armpit to groin and from the oblique muscle to the middle of my back near the spine. I discovered this when the ibuprofen quit on me last night. Sleep became impossible. The pain would not leave me alone.
At 6:30 this morning, with the phrase "Ice, ice, baby" running through my head, I called in sick and spent the day icing the muscles for 20 minutes every 2 hours. Plural. That, and a liberal application of Capzasin Gel seems to have calmed the muscles down. I believe that by this weekend, I'll be able to sit long enough to do a post and actually read some other ones.