May 4th, 2018. Burgos, Spain. Camino de Santiago.
I began the day slowly, enjoying a comfortable bed in a quiet room.
I had handed over my washing the night before and was still waiting after breakfast for it to be done. While I waited, I checked out my email and chatted with my daughter about our upcoming adventure next month.
After the washing was finally done, I dressed (for public viewing) and ventured out for something quick to eat for lunch and to pick up a few re-supplies. Not a lot was planned. My plan was to rest for the day.
When I returned to my room, my day came to a screeching halt.
As I hung up my jacket, something went ‘ping’ in my back. My knees buckled and I literally fell on the bed…where I stayed for three hours, not able to move.
I lay there, motionless. I could not turn. I could not roll over. I could not stretch. I was lucky that my phone was right next to my head when I collapsed. I could research where I could go for help at least.
Eventually, I realised: no one was coming to help me. No one could ‘save me’ at this moment. It was up to me. Wincing, I managed to get to the shower and (silently screaming in pain) put hot water/heat onto my back for what seemed like an hour. I cried in the shower I was in so much pain but feeling, all at once, very much alone. I knew I could get help – others were around and had asked if I needed help – but this was different. This was something else. I was naked, in pain and I just wanted someone to come and take care of me.
But that wasn’t my reality nor was it a possibility. After slowly towelling off, I slathered tiger balm into the painful area. Then, after slowly dressing myself, I asked for help of reception at my hotel (#hotelcuentamelepueblo). They were amazing. After seven tries, we found a massage therapist/osteopath nearby. It was technically a 7 minute walk to get there. It took me 45 minutes. I was in so much pain when I walked in, I was teary. I just needed help.
By 7 pm I walked out of #UltreiaBurgos able to walk again. I was still in pain, but nothing in comparison.
I have had many massages before but this was the best I’ve ever had. Sara, the osteopath asked questions to me in broken English, but enough for me to understand. I told her “I’m open for anything. I just want this pain to go.” She tried different things, even gave me tips for when I continue my way – because it would be possible for me to continue she said, with some adjustments. She even worked on my calf which she declared was not my Achilles tendon but a muscular issue. Yay.
I was just thankful that I was taken care of and would be able to continue my walk as a result. But she recommended I spend an extra night (or two) in Burgos to give my body the rest it was obviously screaming for, and to send my backpack on for a while. I must have given her a look, because she reminded me that my way was unique to me. Whatever I had to do to make it to the end is what I must do.
So I will be continuing on My Way but it will wait until Monday.