One year ago today (Feb 13th), I woke at 5 in the morning in agony. I didn't know it then, but I had basically had the disc at L5 in my lower back, break in two. It took me half an hour to get downstairs, and more to get to the A&E at the local hospital. Four months of lying on my back 24/7, then a gradual recovery, aided by drugs (the prescription ones!), ozone injections, and physio, see me, 12 months later, still with some pain, and not nearly back to running, but able to be back to near normal in most ways.
Over the year I have a lot of people to thank, the ever patient Paula Zucherelli, my visitors in the dark early days, Melanie McGeever, John Boyle, Esteban Suppa, and my Frinking Besties, Joanne Hurley, Allison Keogh, Delfina Saravia, Gabriel Cerrudo, Marlo Perry, Marijke Catharina van Rijn, and everyone who sent messages of support. Let's hope the next 12 months is better, physically at least. Mentally, having the support of friends was the best medicine.
In fact, one of those friends is calling around in a little while to take me for a run. Obviously, it will be more of a walk, but I have promised myself I will run a little bit. More likely my cardio unfitness will be more of an issue than my back. I managed to get up and dance at a wedding on Sunday, albeit, no twisting or tango! Let's hope that after one year on the sideline I can finally start to put this back problem, well and truly behind me!
