Back when my wife and I were courting, she sneezed whilst ironing an item of clothing one morning, and tore one of her intercostal muscles in the process. Hit the deck in agony, squawking for help. Having recently got out of the shower she was only wearing a towel, and refused to let me ring for help until she’d got dressed. And she needed a wee too, so I had to carry her to the loo, then the bedroom, dress her, then ring the doctor (after all this messing about we at least realised it wasn’t an emergency, so didn’t need to ring 999).
The doc did a house call, gave her a prescription for diclofenac and said to stay in bed until it got better. Given that she was in agony just with breathing, it was an uncomfortable few days until she could move again.
So, while a torn muscle is thoroughly unpleasant, it’s way better than a knackered disc, so here’s hoping it’s just that!