So, another 10 days without training. Last Friday, I woke up a little stiff and drove to Hainesport, NJ for a meeting. When I got home, my back was bothering me a bit. Then J and I went to see Working It Out at Centerstage. Our seats were barstools, so I was a little uncomfortable, and when we got home, my back was really tight, but I wasn’t concerned.
Saturday, I could barely get out of bed. Sunday was worse. Monday I went to the chiropractor, and he asked if I was on anything (painkillers) for my stitched up finger. I responded that I wasn’t, I had taken ibuprofen for a couple of days to keep the swelling down, but had stopped mid week. I was, however, on Cephalexin, an antibiotic. He checked really quickly, and found one of the side effects is joint pain. Well, that explained the little bit of knee and elbow pain I had that I thought was just from not being mobile for a couple of days, but not the overwhelming spasms running from my neck to my lower back.
So he did his thing, I took an Epsom salt bath, and started the ibuprofen back up. Tuesday morning, I was able to move, and drive to The Meadowlands and back. After the adjustment, bath, and NSAID, it was clear the pain was starting in my SI joint, so damn if it doesn’t seem that it’s a result of the antibiotic, which was a result of the finger cut. I had stopped taking them Monday night.
Oh, and while my stitches came out Monday afternoon, I still have to keep it completely dry for 3-4 more days. I’m no gremiphobe, but I’m not going to the gym if I can’t wash my hands.
Anyway, another Epsom salt bath last night, sticking to 800mg ibuprofen 3x a day (please don’t tell the FDA), and my back feels better, but not great. I guess I have to wait for the antibiotics to get out of my system.
So maybe this weekend, but more likely we’re looking at next week.
Since it’s been so long, I’m probably just going to do something like Starting Strength for a while to get back to normal with some conditioning worked in, then move back to Wender’s 5/3/1 or a Conjugate system. the plan to get into a meet early this year is out the door, so it looks like I’ll be looking at late in the year. By then I’ll be a Masters division lifter, so my lifts will look more impressive, I guess.
I’m blaming the Polish Lucky Fish I ate on New Years Eve. Since then, I’ve sprained my wrist, been pretty sick twice, sliced my finger and got 4 stitches, and had my back go.
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