Ruptured disc???

So, now I've gone to the orthopedic surgeon and, based on some things he asked me to do with my right leg (that I couldn't), his educated guess is that I have a ruptured disc.  I'm having a hard time with that idea, knowing all I did was mow my lawn (ok, I did have trouble with my mower and was on and off, and on and off, and holding the seat so it wouldn't go off, which put my back in a bind, I know, but still!!!)!  I won't know for sure until the 26th when I go for the MRI.  Then I'll have to weigh my options, which I don't even want to consider right now.  In the meantime, I'm back at work with reduced hours.  I have to say, my job has been very accomodating.  I now have a loveseat AND a recliner in my office (sitting is the worst thing I do).  The rest of this week I'll be doing paperwork (laying down) - may see a few people Friday.  All my people are glad I'm back.  They all clamored around me when I showed up yesterday, asking "When is my next appointment?"  It felt weird saying, "I'm sorry.  I have no idea right now.  I just have to see how I do and what all I can do."  I plan to file a claim for short term disability since I have the policy and it would have started paying Monday.  It's for 6 months, so hopefully everything will be resolved by then.  If I do have to have surgery (GAK!) I can take family medical leave.  No pay, but I keep my insurance benefits and my job.  It's good to be back at work doing something.  I had started to despair I had been home and flat on my back for SO LONG (had pneumonia the week before I did this).  Other than coming in the 7th and 8th (the two days AFTER I hurt my back, big mistake) I've been off work from 3/31 until 4/15.  Pain can be such a mind thing.  It really worked on me.  I am not a good patient and I start to feel really sorry for myself after a while.  Living alone, I had to do what I could for myself.  Since coming back here and allowing others to do for me, I've now reached out to my family.  My niece came yesterday, wheeled the trash to the curb, fed my birds, put on a load of laundry and brought stew and roast my sister had made!  My other sister called and offered anything, and my brother called and tried to convince my I just had a pulled muscle.  I really haven't reached out to my friends.  Two are going to be leaving this weekend on vacation for a week, another just got back from vacation.  I don't know, it's hard for me to admit weakness.  I will brag and say that somewhere in my pain fog, I made THREE MONTHS SMOKE FREE (now 3months, 3 days, 12 hours, etc.) and there were many times I thought what comfort smoking might bring.  Then I thought what a lie that really was.  I think it was having all that time behind me and not wanting to start over, and thinking of my DS pals (although I haven't been able to get on-line at home) that got me through it.  Those of you who pray, please remember me in your prayers.  My special friends (you know who you are) thanks for being ya'll and keep up the great quits!