I recently dealt with one of the scariest moments of my life. After feeling somewhat back to normal, I knew that I needed to do a write-up of what happened to me, so that no one else lives in fear like I did. This real life incident happened a few nights ago. I had just gotten done working out which I had been doing while I was a bit under the weather. I probably should have just sat down and enjoyed one more day of rest before waking up the next day and going straight to the weights. However, as men sometime do, I let my pride get the best of me and decided that I wanted to lift, no matter how I felt.
The workout itself was going great. Not once did I feel like I needed extra rest time or an additional break. To say the least, I was the master of the weight room and nothing would stop me, or so I thought. After finishing up the workout, I got all cleaned up and headed home to catch up on a few television shows I was missing. After sitting down for about ten minutes, I coughed hard. Almost immediately after coughing, I felt an extremely sharp pain rip up the right side of my stomach, towards my back. It was such an odd experience that I struggle to describe how it felt. If I had to, I would say that my cough had produced a feeling like someone had jabbed a sharp object through my back and into my internal organs.
I decided to start taking in smaller breaths, convinced that this would stop the pain, but nothing would make the sharp pain go away. Eventually, I would lie down on my side, on a heating blanket hoping that I could start finally feeling relief. The pain would go on for about 20 more agonizing minutes before it finally stopped. I didn’t want to wake up the other people in my house, as it was now late at night, but I feared I was going to end up having to go to the hospital. Luckily, I haven’t noticed the pain coming back from any recent activity. I would be lying if I said I won’t be very apprehensive the next time I pick up a pair of weights. As you probably know, what happened to cause me all of that pain I felt was a muscle pull. When someone is experiencing a muscle pull, unless it just happened, most will go into a state of panic. I experienced the first muscle pull I’ve had in years and it is just as scary as the first time this ailment happened.
If you find yourself at the mercy of a horrible muscle injury, remember the most important acronym that got me through mine: R.I.C.E. This acronym is a series of procedures that should be done for anyone who has injured themselves. Rest the muscles which means stop exerting yourself. Place ice on the muscles and compress them together. Finally, elevate the affected area to properly execute each step of the RICE method. I can’t count how many times following the four previously mentioned steps for sore muscle relief have saved me. I’m very happy that I’ve experienced no further pain but I will be taking it light on the next lifting day for my back.