See, I wasn't even doing anything strenuous. It was about 9:00 PM, and I was just reaching into my fridge, when suddenly, oh my god, my lower back. It felt like there was a hook attached to it, and somebody cruel just decided to pull at it. They boy, they pulled at it hard. It was so hard that I basically dropped what I was holding and made a mess. It was the most painful thing I have experienced recently, and sleeping was just out of the question. I would doze off and then a few hours later, I would be woken up by this pain in my back, since I apparently moved the wrong way in my sleep.
The next day, I went to the doctor. The good thing is that apparently, these things go away on their own, and that it isn't chronic. I got myself a big shot of pain killer; the nurse actually injected it on my butt. And yes, it definitely helped. I also got a prescription of pain killers and muscle relaxants. I'll be on them for the next 15 days.
So yeah, hopefully, with this medication, things go better. I am 28, and yet my back felt like it was 68. It actually made me think, is it because I am not getting enough exercise? Is it because this dissertating life makes it really easy to have a sedentary lifestyle, by just sitting on a chair for the whole day? I should change that. After that, I am planning this summer to be adventure-filled, and an aching lumbar region is the last thing I need. Oh well, I hope that the Naproxen and the Cyclobenzaprine would do its jobs, and when I am back to my old self, I'll hit the road running again.