The Second Annual Pilates Shove

There hasn’t been any chandelier-swinging in our castle for a while, as K-man’s sciatica has reared up to bite him in the right leg.

Last week things took a turn for the worse, but we ignored it and went camping in a field and to a party full of friends.  Several beers to the gullet later, a game of rounders was organised.  I queried the potential pitfalls of his involvement at the time, but I was shushed.  Unsurprisingly, the next morning was fairly hideous.

He had to have Monday off work, as he could neither stand up straight nor lie flat without significant pain.  A double-dose of codeine wasn’t even touching the sides.  I queried the potential pitfalls of overdosing on both codeine and the anti-inflammatory drugs prescribed by the GP, but I was shushed.

After an MRI and a consultation, this morning he is at hospital for his second annual cortisone injection.  I wanted to go, to make sure I could observe the steadiness of the consultant’s hand as she pushes a giant spear into my husband’s spine, but I was shushed.  There’s no need to sedate him, apparently, so I’m simply sitting here chewing my nails to the quick and fretting about what would happen if the needle slips at a vital stage during the procedure.

K-man knows (after three separate specialist recommendations, and after I have beaten him about the head with a clump of leaflets) that pilates is the preventive strategy of choice.  I am striving to dissolve his expectation of instant results, and he has signed up for a series of ‘rehabilitation’ classes.  His previous experience with pilates was not promising, but he won’t admit that it was his own fault.  He attended two pilates classes, approximately 8 weeks apart, and then proclaimed it was not working.  

The biggest battle is going to be making him keep going when a) he has espied some particularly urgent DIY matter which requires his attention on a Saturday morning, and b) he’s been going for three weeks and can’t discern a difference.  If you read about a third annual cortizone injection on this blog, you’ll know that I’ve lost the battle, but the war rages on.



2 Responses to “The Second Annual Pilates Shove”

  1. 1 Mrs. G. August 24, 2011 at 7:25 pm

    I am similarly shushed around hear when it comes to preventable maladies. I don’t even try anymore. When I was last at the dentist, the receptionist asked me if Nick had plans to come in and could I ask him to call an make his overdue appointment. “You had better give him a call,” I said cheerfully. “We’ve been married over twenty years and he doesn’t listen to a damn thing I say in regards to his health.” The receptionist looked at me knowingly. We had a bonding moment.

  2. 2 Jenn @ Juggling Life August 26, 2011 at 6:24 am

    Former bad back/sciatica sufferer whose life was changed by a chiropractor and Pilates. Do it K-man!

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