Evidently, I must have the body of a 100+ year old. I've been fighting a cold, and I had a coughing spell this mourning. No big deal, right? Except, during one of those hacks, I threw out my lower back. How in the heck does that happen? I am now, basically, moving around like Frankenstein.

When did 36 become the new 106? I won't be mad, I just want to know.

Could have been worse... you could have lost minor control of certain bodily functions and had to change your underwear.

I feel your pain as I have been there.

36, just wait, it gets worse.

Threw mine out tying my friggen shoes one morning.

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Originally posted by 95flhr:
36, just wait, it gets worse.

Threw mine out tying my friggen shoes one morning.

Twice I threw my back out. Once, while bending over to tie my shoes, and I sneezed.

Other time, while walking, I was watching a girl with big ()() running to catch a bus and I stepped off a curb without looking.

Wait until you get to your mid 60's. That's when I started feeling my age and having things breakdown for no apparent reason.
Sounds like you've got a lot to look forward to.

When you wake up after a good nights sleep and have more aches and pains that when you went to sleep....you're getting old.

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Originally posted by ShneaSIG:
Evidently, I must have the body of a 100+ year old. I've been fighting a cold, and I had a coughing spell this mourning. No big deal, right? Except, during one of those hacks, I threw out my lower back. How in the heck does that happen?

Sudden, violent stress on the lower back. Read years ago it is not uncommon for people to "throw their backs out" when sneezing violently.

I'm not immune to age-related issues, but for the most part, I try to keep myself limber. I run 4x week, stretch, see a chiropractor, and watch my food/weight.

I've recently developed some arthritis in my back and shoulder (I already had some in my right hand ring finger, but the back/shoulder thing got me overnight!).

It's my personal objective to stay active as long as I live, or at least as long as I can. I simply cannot abide the thought of being old, sedentary, and decrepit. Good luck to you. You've got a long way to go still.

Welcome to the club my friend.

Good luck with that. I got that shitshow about a month ago. Still fighting it, hacking and tired.

Turned into walking pneumonia. Antibiotics and steroids. Not fun. Not at all.

Good luck, and I hope you feel better soon.

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Originally posted by ShneaSIG:
When did 36 become the new 106? I won't be mad, I just want to know.

I've only got about a year on you, but I can confirm that the exact same thing happened to me this past year.

My grandfather used to say "getting old isn't for pussies."

Less fun than that was racing and doing a classic lunge to catch the cat who escaped and was trying to run under the porch a few years ago and feeling a distinct pop in my right hip socket just as I snagged the sumbitch. Walking, sitting down, sleeping, or changing positions between any of those was incredibly dicey for about six months.

I hope you feel better soon, and you surely aren't alone. There's a helluva big difference between 26 and 36, eh?

So here I am in my electric recliner, the one with lift and eject, watching with amusement. Parked right in front of me is my 99 YO mothers electric gogo cart. Even it needed new batteries. I sprained my ankle really badly 2 weeks ago. Not good yet. Used to be a twist or a spring was enough to put me out of action for a week or so. Not this cycle.

I was just at the point where I was going to sell the cart because it was just taking up room. Not now. It stays. I've learned the fine art of driving in the house. So the thing to learn is that it happens more frequently and doesn't heal nearly as fast.

In my 30s I learned to stop riding off road motorcycles because limping into work each Monday was a real pain. Now I've given up work. And I can't limp because the pain just to much. But hang around. The alternative is to die. The fun isn't over yet.

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Originally posted by ArtieS:
Good luck with that. I got that shitshow about a month ago. Still fighting it, hacking and tired.

Turned into walking pneumonia. Antibiotics and steroids. Not fun. Not at all.

Good luck, and I hope you feel better soon.

Thanks, Artie. Hope you feel better soon, too. I've had walking pneumonia twice, myself. It's no joke, for sure.

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Originally posted by ShneaSIG:
When did 36 become the new 106? I won't be mad, I just want to know.

I've only got about a year on you, but I can confirm that the exact same thing happened to me this past year.

My grandfather used to say "getting old isn't for pussies."

Less fun than that was racing and doing a classic lunge to catch the cat who escaped and was trying to run under the porch a few years ago and feeling a distinct pop in my right hip socket just as I snagged the sumbitch. Walking, sitting down, sleeping, or changing positions between any of those was incredibly dicey for about six months.

I hope you feel better soon, and you surely aren't alone. There's a helluva big difference between 26 and 36, eh?

Oh, 26 seems like a dream, now... I can almost, almost imagine it...



And, thank you for all the well-wishes, everyone. I'm becoming good friends with the heating pad, and I'll take some more advil. This stinks!

36, did you say 36?? Welcome to double that plus 5. "Well, we can't put in stents but we found out why going up stairs bothers you so much. Your main coronary artery is completely blocked. Sign here and we'll fix it but your chest is going to be numb for six months or more."
Three months later. "You look really good for someone, who just had heart surgery. Oh, that belly pain and your skin turning the color of a banana, that's your gallbladder. We can take that out." So here I sit. Remember those photos from the old west of the unsuccessful bank robbers propped up in coffins with their chests shot full of holes, that's what I look like. 36 indeed. That part about not being for sissies is an understatement.

I used to laugh when my dad would sneeze and say “ouch” after. Im now 31 and say “ouch” (among other words) after i sneeze. That shit hurts!

I just sneezed a few minutes ago and my back popped about 3-4 times.
Happens pretty regularly. Most of the time it makes things feel better.

Having and living with a bad back is no fun!

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Originally posted by GWbiker:

Other time, while walking, I was watching a girl with big ()() running to catch a bus and I stepped off a curb without looking.

Did ya learn anything?

Answer: yep, sometimes you're gonna throw your back out. It's just part of life.

Did the same thing several years ago,Could not sit upright for more than fifteen minutes or so due to the pain. I could only stand or lay down for about a week and a half after that.

Adding to it, one of my cousins died two days after I pulled whatever muscle in my back. Funeral was in northern Michigan, about 160 miles away. Add a snowstorm that was correctly forecast for the day of the services made me a no show.

I will say this as a pro tip: if you’re having a sneezing or coughing fit, do not try to bend over to pick something up in the middle of it. I’ve gotten myself twice that way. Should have learned the first time, but I definitely got the point the second time.

I'm 43. Everything goes downhill after 35, every year you gain 5lbs, and something else hurts...….or doesn't work as well.