Corrupt Auto Reflex

I don't know. Maybe it was the work of hamsters -- intelligent hamsters.

Earlier in the week, while attempting to add another post to this blog, I dropped a small container of medication on the floor. Worried that it had busted open, spilling it's contents all over the basement floor, I quickly rolled my chair backward and bent down straight forward toward the floor, right arm outstretched. As my hand was within an inch of the medicine container, I felt what I can only describe as an intense jolt in my lower back, worse than anything I've felt before. As the forward momentum carried my clutching hand on the rest of it's journey to the safely closed med container, my mind literally went black. Somehow clutching the container, I snapped back in my chair to a backward leaning position, totally immersed in waves of pain so intense I thought I was outside of my body. If I could ever imagine my body being broken in half at the waist, that must be what it feels like. I can think of nothing worse.

It took only a few seconds for the most intense pain to fade. After which I was left with about 20 minutes of less intense sharp jabs and an overall burning sensation.

Today is the first day I've felt comfortable enough to creep down my basement steps and go back on the computer.

One thing I've learned since the onset of my back problem is that I seem to have little control over my automatic response in trying to catch things that I drop. I have a history of doing this. Back when I used to work in housekeeping at the hospital, years before my back injury, I remember walking into a room in which I was helping a couple of guys remove floor finish. I had a razorblade floor scraper in my hand and dropped it just as I entered the room. My automatic response was to quickly grab it in mid air. Of course the part I caught was the blade instead of the handle.

I don't know. It really must be the work of hamsters - intelligent hamsters ----- evil intelligent hamsters.