The humid, Philippines air flowed through the open window as I wiped the sticky, sweat from my face. Good thing no one else was in the room to witness my slobber on the pillow. I could hear the earthly sounds of crickets, roosters, and tropical leaves blowing in the wind. Barely able to lift my head, I decided to stay for another moment gaining my strength and preparing for the gut-wrenching pain soon to overwhelm my body. Exhaustion coupled with the tropical heat had not produced the relief I needed from this deep sleep. Instead, I was faced with the reality that I may not be able to get out of this bed. Just like most of humanity, my bladder wasn’t privy to the news of my back pain. It was functioning just fine.
Perhaps if I rolled out of the bed and used those fancy military maneuvers I saw on TV as a child, I could make it to the bathroom that was less than four feet from me. Clinching the bed frame with all my strength, I pulled myself closer to the edge of the bed. In a moment of relief, I thought to myself, using my wonder woman accent, “I can do this! I will not let my bladder win this battle!” Quickly, I started to arise in a sitting position, only to discover my wonder woman skills had failed me. The excruciating pain took over my lower back and landed me on the wooden floor.
How did this happen? I’m young. I haven’t participated in any risky behaviors lately, that I could remember. I just woke up one morning with this pain that increasing began to take over my body moment by moment, day by day for the past two weeks. I couldn’t bend over, sit down, or even walk.Continue reading The Art of Believing