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I managed to hurt my lower back in the same place as last time. OK, not a problem, next time just give it more time to heal before putting weights on it. Yesterday was difficult but the ibuprofen worked pretty well (although I was doing a kidney-risk thing by taking 800mg closer than 8 hours apart...) Then around 5 or 6 this morning I woke up to HOT BURNING SPASM POKER. I got up and got in the shower with hot water. I made noises. I actually shed tears. I had to work to control being panicked. I went and sat in the hot tub with a jet on the area. I cried more. It didn't help. My entire left leg was tight and painful. I went to the ER.
It was nice. They sent me immediately to the back. A burly orderly helped me to a stretcher but since there as no position that was comfortable it didn't matter. I cried more. They poked at me and said I had sciatica because I hurt more one place than another. As I started to tell the doctor that I actually hurt more the other place he said that they would give me percocet and a muscle relaxer which I imagine is the treatment for both situations. A nice female RN came over with the prescriptions and I pointed out that they'd misspelled my last name. This wouldn't do for controlled substances so they went away to fix it.
They didn't come back for 20 excruciating minutes.
I drove to the pharmacy (this is all happening in the left leg) and went to the nearby Whole Foods while I waited. I bought two kinds of ice cream, cheese, and brown rice, and those flat dutch almond cookies.
I can tell that the oxycodone is working, I have that fever-eye feeling, but it's still painful. I was planning on a complete washaway. This won't do. No more until ~4pm. ::whine::
I don't think I've taken muscle relaxers before, they said something about feeling Gumby but so far, nothing.
Note to burly 25-year-old orderlies: I'm the one who gets to say "getting old sucks" in the context of this sort of thing, not you.
Note to self: don't linger and die slowly like the other people in the ER were doing.
Note to neighbor Pete: thanks for the recommendation for Englewood hospital instead of the more local one (although this was only about 5 miles away.)
I only have 1.5 more weeks to complete my Black Party ego-armour.
Oh, that's an interesting feeling. I'm going to go lay down now.
It was nice. They sent me immediately to the back. A burly orderly helped me to a stretcher but since there as no position that was comfortable it didn't matter. I cried more. They poked at me and said I had sciatica because I hurt more one place than another. As I started to tell the doctor that I actually hurt more the other place he said that they would give me percocet and a muscle relaxer which I imagine is the treatment for both situations. A nice female RN came over with the prescriptions and I pointed out that they'd misspelled my last name. This wouldn't do for controlled substances so they went away to fix it.
They didn't come back for 20 excruciating minutes.
I drove to the pharmacy (this is all happening in the left leg) and went to the nearby Whole Foods while I waited. I bought two kinds of ice cream, cheese, and brown rice, and those flat dutch almond cookies.
I can tell that the oxycodone is working, I have that fever-eye feeling, but it's still painful. I was planning on a complete washaway. This won't do. No more until ~4pm. ::whine::
I don't think I've taken muscle relaxers before, they said something about feeling Gumby but so far, nothing.
Note to burly 25-year-old orderlies: I'm the one who gets to say "getting old sucks" in the context of this sort of thing, not you.
Note to self: don't linger and die slowly like the other people in the ER were doing.
Note to neighbor Pete: thanks for the recommendation for Englewood hospital instead of the more local one (although this was only about 5 miles away.)
I only have 1.5 more weeks to complete my Black Party ego-armour.
Oh, that's an interesting feeling. I'm going to go lay down now.
