I stupidly twisted my back the other day. I've had chronic back problems for over 39 years. I know better than to do what I did.
That being said I did it anyway. I got slapped with muscle spasms that had me grinding my teeth with tears in my eyes.
I had to have my wife help me up out of my recliner and into the bedroom. I realized I was going to have to take something for it.
The muscle relaxant I have is Flexeril. It's good stuff and it works, however it knocks me out for 8-10 hours at a time and gives me really fuzzy brain if I'm awake.
I've spent the last two days in bed. Finally got up and moving around a bit today. I'm still having spasms, and my left leg feels like it's being crushed by red hot electric rollers.
Our little boy, Munchkin a Goffin's Cockatoo, has been pretty upset. He's a daddies boy and couldn't understand why I wasn't out in the family room. Twice he ran off from my wife and came all the way back into our bedroom and climbed on the bed to see me. He's got clipped wings so he had to run all that way. Pretty brave for a little guy that barely weighs 8 ounces.
He's been really happy that I managed to come out of the bedroom today. He's pretty much been glued to my shoulder.