Bad Back

I am disappointed that my bad back is not mending. I think I am in the clear for a few days and then it returns; the lower right hand side aches - diffuse, not sharp or radiating, but enough to make me wary to move too quickly and watch what I pick up.
It started a couple of months ago; I was picking up a bag of dirt out of the wheelbarrow when the lower back went into a spasm. Like a piece of machinery that had been given one ounce of pressure too much the entire lower back ‘froze’. I knew it was not a slipped disc or sciatica. It was a muscle matter. Hurt like hell. I walked like Groucho Marx for long time thereafter. But it could have been worse.
That was 2 months ago. It continues to intermittently ache and remind me of its presence. All my NSAID Rx, stretches, and yoga have not banished it. It is a discouraging.

What burns my bacon is having it at all. I come from a family of bad backs. I decided that I have my share of medical problems so a bad back would not be one of them. I would do all this prevention of stretches, yoga, and avoidance all of nasty damaging sports and activities. So how come my prudence is rewarded with this?
I should swallow my wormwood along with the Motrin. One can not fight genetics. I didn’t raise a fuss when the family h/o high cholesterol and HTN hit me.

Well, I am not yet defeated. I’ll keep up the yoga poses, the stretches, and the occasional ibuprofen.
I want this beaten and gone for good.

Meanwhile would someone please rub me right there……