I never thought I would have this thought come across my brain, but on Sunday, I did.
I woke up and felt a little tight, like I didn’t sleep very well. You know the feeling – just stiff and like you need a do-over. I took a shower and started getting ready for church. Then I decided to bend over to take the towel off my head and it hit me: the top of my back tightened and I suddenly had a deep muscular pain unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I thought maybe it was just a pinched nerve and it would go away… except it didn’t. The pain was so strong, I was instantly in tears and felt nauseated. I grabbed a bottle of Ibuprofen and got back into bed. That is when I realized I might not be able to get back up.
Turns out, I couldn’t get back up.
I remember laying there wondering if I needed to go to the hospital, but I was completely in denial. It wasn’t until my husband came in and said “do we need to go to the hospital and get you scanned?” that I realized I needed to.
“I’m so mad. This is so stupid. What did I do?” was all I could say as I laid there, trying to figure out a way to get up. He tried to pull me up… that wasn’t an option. I tried to roll onto my side… that wasn’t an option. I finally just pushed myself up and it completely took my breath away. The pain was unlike anything… anything I have ever experienced. It was deep, intense, and left me unable to gasp for breath. I was in tears and just couldn’t breathe… that was when he decided it was time to go to the hospital. We alerted a few family members, some people from church, and we went.
Getting into the car was very difficult. I won’t even describe how weird and awkward it was. Because the pain was across the top half of my back, walking wasn’t an issue. Standing wasn’t an issue. Sitting and laying down = an issue.
This pain made the sciatica I had with Zoey look like a walk in the park.
We got to the hospital, walked in, and I just stood there. I refused to sit because I just did not know if I would be able to get back up without immense pain. Thankfully, it only took 5 minutes to get back into triage. My blood pressure was a lovely 158/104, the highest it has ever been. They took me back into a room, and it only took minutes before a doctor came in to examine me. It took less than 5 seconds for him to find the massive muscle spasm/knot in my back. His exact words were “you have a massive spasm in your back. You ARE in pain.”
Nah, I just came in because I thought it might be fun.
A few stretches here and there, a muscle relaxer injection later, and we were sent home with a prescription for a narcotic pain reliever, an anti-inflammatory, and a muscle relaxer.
Sunday was the worst. After we got home, the injection was fully active. I sat on the couch, tears just flooding my eyes for no reason… I felt numb and just completely helpless. I felt drugged out – a feeling I do not enjoy in the least bit. I didn’t feel good at all…
When the injection wore off, I started the narcotic and the muscle relaxer. The combination was horrendous… I felt so nauseated from it, dizzy, got hot flashes and cold sweats… it was not fun. But, they took the pain away. They made it so I could lay down on the couch and sleep, albeit with 4 pillows surrounding me. I basically moved into the living room for a few nights because our bed is so high, getting up and down from that thing just doesn’t work for me.
That first night, I remember thinking: “I am so glad I’m not pregnant.” I never thought I’d think such a thing, but there is no way I could have been on all of that medication… pregnant. No way. I honest to God believe that I was protected and that there is a reason I’m not pregnant. I’ve never been so thankful!
Now, here we are. It’s Wednesday and I’m finally on the mend. Each day gets a little easier. Yesterday I was able to stop the narcotic and only take the muscle relaxer and anti-inflammatory. My goal for today is to not take the muscle relaxer beyond this morning, and to only be on the anti-inflammatory. I plan to return to work tomorrow and to only continue taking the anti-inflammatory. I’m trying to wean myself down, not lift anything heavier than my cat, and not bend over.
And I definitely won’t be tossing a towel off my head anytime soon.
So, what caused this whole thing? It wasn’t until I was on my way home from the hospital that I realized that on Saturday, I had pulled 20 light-up candy canes out of the ground that lined our walkway… I must have injured myself then and just didn’t know it until the next day after sleeping on it. So ladies, don’t do that. 😉 I was trying to be helpful as my husband took down all of the high lights… but clearly I did it incorrectly.
Next year will be different, that’s for sure.
I sure know how to ring in the new year, huh?