I caused a bus commotion amid bus torture
Yesterday’s bus ride home has set back my back recovery significantly. I can now (or could until last night) sit with only mild discomfort if I am sitting well forward with the weight mostly on my thighs and the very back half of my derriere not in contact with anything. I’d been standing (and walking) yesterday for the better part of 8 hours and carrying about a lot of very heavy stuff so when I boarded the bus home from work I thought I’d give sitting a try when there was one of those “one person only” seats available.
I managed quite well for the first part of the journey, bracing myself with one hand on the seat-back in front of me and one hand on the post beside me to keep from getting rocked back or sideways onto painful nerve areas. The bus filled up with people to scant standing room and the streets filled up with traffic and that is where the torture began. I lost my side pole grip when two people needed to stand pressed against it. The bus driver started that sudden stop, jerk forward, stop again pattern that is uncomfortable even when you aren’t injured but is excruciating when you are. It was when he was going around a sharp curve that I pretty much lost the farm.
Maybe someone pulled out in front of him or slammed on their brakes that caused him to slam on his. Whatever the reason, he went from gunning it to beat the light to screeching stop halfway around the curve. The combined and jarring sudden stopping with the continued, for those of us inside, sideways motion knocked me out of my precarious perch and threw me back and sideways, hard. I quite nearly passed out from the pain. It got worse as he immediately began that herky-jerky forward and stop pattern to get out of the intersection because I was not only in so much pain I almost couldn’t breathe but trying to move myself out of my new position required use of muscles that exacerbate the pain that every movement of the bus was already increasing in shooting bursts.
Now came the embarrassing part. One of the guys standing next to me happened to glance over and was immediately like, “are you alright?” and then everyone around me was looking my way and suddenly there was this babble of voices with those closest to me asking what was wrong, how they could help, commenting that I was essentially white as a sheet, did I need a doctor, and those a bit further back asking what was wrong, what was going on and then several people were yelling at the bus driver to stop, stop, stop! there was a problem, someone was injured…
The bus stopped, short and sharp. Damn you. Horns blew. I gaped at my concerned onlookers like a fish just pulled out of the water trying to draw breath for what seemed to me an eternity before I managed to gasp out a babble, between more fish-like gaping for air, indicating I just needed to stand up, I’d appreciate if someone could help me to get up, oh holy ____ wait, slow, slow, no I don’t need a doctor, I’ve got a hurt back, just…
With help, I managed to get up, convey that the bus could continue, turned down offers of seats (yo, I’d just had a seat and that was the problem), welcomed someone into the seat I’d vacated, and endured concerned, curious and pissed-off stares the long rest of the trip to my stop. The usually half-hour walk home from the bus stop took me nearly an hour as I took it slow, slow. Yeah, I’ve had a set-back. I wanted to blog last night, do some needed work, fix dinner, clean at least one cat box and all I could do was lie down and try unsuccessfully to find a comfortable position to lay in for more than an hour at a time.
This morning standing and walking have been not as painful as when I first fell but more uncomfortable than in the last week. Sitting is out again.