The pain struck her like lightning. The pain of 100 blows attacked her lower back and knocked her to her knees. She took deep breaths and tried to put herself together, but he pain continued to shoot up her back.
Never did she imagine that at age 22 she would be down on the ground due to back problems. These were the problems of elderly people, not active college students. And yet here she was on all fours trying not to cry from the blinding pain. This was the second time in two weeks this had happened. Last week she was merely doing laundry, bending down to grab a shirt, when another muscle spasm knocked her down. Each time it happened without warning, catching her off guard.
This time her friends were also caught off guard. It had never happened with anyone else around; they didn’t know what had happened. Should they help? Is this normal? She explained to them not to worry and to let her recover on her own.
Once the worry passed, the jokes began. “Granny Roni” was being laughed at and pictures were being snapped. She laughed and egged it on, all a charade to mask her tears and agony. It may be a serious problem, but there wasn’t anything they could do to help. At least this way she could help alleviate some of the stress and tension that momentarily filled the room.
Finally, enough time passed where she gained the strength to prop herself up. The pain was still there, but she needed to go home and manage it on her own. She knew this could longer be something she “managed”, it had to be taken care of soon before it happens at an even least opportune time.