Hope I die peacefully in my sleep like my grandad.
Not screaming like the passengers in his car.
In my 20s I once threw my back out pressing an elevator button.
I think you just won the thread
I just threw my back out by reading his post
If you’ve never sneezed and thrown your back out, count your blessings.
A few months ago, I pinched a nerve in my neck because I picked up a shampoo bottle wrong.
Oh yeah that’s happened. I had like a minor back strain already, took me a moment to stand up. In the middle of that process, I sneezed. Huge mistake.
I’ve swallowed water the wrong way and had coughing fit that cramped my gouche.
I hope it never happens again, but I’m sure instances like that will increase.
Happens to me, when I’m too lazy to really sit up in bed, when I want a sip of water during a short wake up
The cramping is hell…
Sprained my back sneezing and the military medical officer insinuated that it is not possible and I was malingering… Hope that fella live a long life…
Ya’ll need to add ”walk an hour”, “eat a salad”, and “do calisthenics” to your daily routines.
And never stop doing it. One lapse or moment of weakness and bamm… back to the physio.
Constant vigilance 🙃
If by “one lapse” you mean “stop doing it for like a year”…
But yes I did that second part obviously
Not true at all wtf. If lapse is like a year sure
You’re quite right! The body thankfully does have some margin before it all goes downhill. I was exaggerating a tad to emphasize the vigilance aspect.
Although I do have older aunts and uncles who do need this level of high bodily maintenance.
(Not sure on your stance on Mr C.K but this bit lives rent free in my head on this topic Soz, couldn’t find a better link)
But I’m very tall. I managed to throw my back out by pushing in an empty dining room chair that even had felt on the bottom of the legs sliding over linoleum. That was last year, luckily no repeats. I don’t fear my dining room yet.
Last month my neck didn’t work. Pulled something while sleeping.
42, I’ve thrown my back out lifting the toilet seat.
36, laundry basket
At 30, dried my hair too hard with a towel. Pulled my neck
36 now. I don’t remember my exact age at the time, but at approximately eighteen I dislocated my shoulder turning over in bed.
Jfc, I’m still dealing with a muscle I pulled turning over in bed. In November of last year.
I woke up from a good sleep last year, got up refreshed and ready for work. First time in years that it happened. Stood up and did a big yawn and stretch, then felt a sharp ripping feeling in my back. I tore a muscle stretching. I was 29 and it still wants to lock up today.
Bonus; tore it a year before almost to the day by literally just rolling over in bed. I felt it happen, said “aw fuck” and went back to sleep. Road trip to Maine and Martha’s Vineyard cancelled because the pain was too intense to drive.
this thread is giving me an urge to exercise and eat salad
I ate a salad wrong last month, stabbed my self in the soft pallet with a lettuce steam and had a sore throat for 2 weeks.
But instead I’ll probably sit on my ass and have pizza tonight.
I mean, it’s Sunday.
we will get started on monday (i swear)
Next next next next next next Monday, am I right?
Exactly, the first Monday that has an “R” in it.
Sneezed on the toilet once with my head turned. Neck was frozen for like a week after that one lol.
I went jogging, misstepped and then had back pains for the next 3 weeks. I walked like Quasimodo the first couple of days.
Had a bag at the head of my bed, woke up, still laying down, reached over my head to grab something out of it, went to pull back “down” and tore my rotator cuff. I was 20.
I’ve had light vertigo for 2 months because I sat up too fast in bed. It’s fucking horrible.
I sustained a stress fracture of the fifth metatarsal completely at random last year. No trauma, no accidents, nothing. Went on a five-day drive and returned to go to work. A week later my foot started hurting really bad. I kept working on it and eventually saw a doctor. Misdiagnosed as plantar fasciitis, and continued to work on it with insoles. After a while I had to get an air boot. Before long it was x-rayed and turned out to be a stress fracture with no apparent origin.
The six month healing process was absolute fucking garbage and I would never do it again. Having nearly two months off of work was nice enough, but I couldn’t do much other than lay around elevating my foot. If I tried to get in my computer the pain in my foot would increase tenfold. Crutches to get around anywhere. Showered by laying spread eagle on the floor of the tub, blasting out my asshole with the shower head. Mornings were excruciating as the blood rushed to the fracture site and caused my foot to swell up big and purple. Genuinely the worst injury I’ve ever had to heal from. I never thought it would get better. I truly thought this was the new normal. You’d think a small stress fracture would be minor. Still hurts here and there but I’m about seven months out and doing a lot better than before.
Have to assume I’m just getting old, I guess.
Probably just an alien foot implant - the injector slips sometimes.
TBF I’ve been choking on water since I was a wee lad. I just drink too aggressively. A drinking problem, of sorts.
Drinking too hard is when you accidentally swallow too much at the same time, painfully forcing it down. I fainted once by doing this…
ohhh right. I do that, too. But not to the fainting level of effort.
You’ll get there with no effort, just give it time
Tap on the back
