Whoooo boy, this last week was a rough one. Remember this?
This darn slide was the cause of my demise. After hurtling off it with Abby on my lap and jamming my feet into the ground, my back was really sore. That was Friday, and each day after it got progressively more sore.
Initially I did my physio exercises, used my TENS and some Tylenol. I added in Robaxacet and voltaren cream as it got worse. By Wednesday I was beside myself with tears and had to call Ty and ask him to come home and help me. I had tried to get a doctor’s appointment with both my family and sports med doctor’s, but no luck. Finally, we decided to go to the emergency room.
I hate going to ER, because I feel like unless it is actually an emergency, I don’t need to go. Ty had offered to take me a few times, but finally when I couldn’t find any position to sit, stand or lay in without a huge amount of pain, I gave in and decided to go.
I was seen by Dr. Mackey, and he was amazing. For one, he instantly acknowledged that he could tell I was in a huge amount of pain. After talking a little bit about my prior injury (that I assume I have aggravated again) he point blank asked me what I thought I needed. I pretty much started to cry, because I hate asking for pain killers and told him as much. He was very comforting in that he reminded me that I was asking for them because I was in a significant amount of pain, and not because of a drug addiction.
He did a quick exam that almost made me faint because of the pain, and then a former classmate of mine delivered a sweet injection of morphine and gravol for me. They also sent me with some Percocet to go and he personally called my doctor so I could get an appointment the next day (where I got more pain killers and an anti-inflammatory).
I have to be honest, I consider myself to have a pretty high pain threshold. I delivered two children naturally, and this back pain had me begging for mercy. I cried pretty much all day Wednesday and Thursday and felt so helpless. Then, once I started taking the Percocet I started feeling better, but I was stoned. I could not function properly at all and felt like I was underwater. I basically felt like a giant loser who couldn’t do anything for anyone.
This might not come as a surprise, but I am an incredibly stubborn person and I don’t like not being able to do things for myself. That, coupled with feeling drugged, was really hard emotionally. Tyler took over full care of the kids and the house, not to mention me. He ran around town, cleaned, cooked, bathed the kids, brought me pills and rubbed my back. We were worried, because he was scheduled to leave on a boys trip this morning.
Luckily I woke up with a lot more mobility. I was having a good amount of pain still, but finally able to get off Percocet and stepped down to tramacet. The girls have been angels and Abrielle has been especially sweet and helpful. I received 7 texts this morning from family and friends reminding me that they were a phone call away if I needed help.
Today got better and better as the day went on and the girls and I were able to enjoy some sun, a chat with my sis in law and Abby and I even snoozed together while Grace napped too. I couldn’t make a girls dinner but am hopeful that I can actually drive somewhere and leave the house tomorrow!
Overall, this is a blip on the radar and what it shows me is how amazing my support system is. I have so many friends and family who were willing to drop everything to help me out. Also, I cannot say enough about my husband. I probably thanked him a gazillion times for all of his help and for putting up with my crazy emotional mess of a self, and he always shrugged it off as if it was no big deal. I feel so blessed to be surrounded by such support and love.