I knew Sunday when I went to bed that my back was on the verge of doing its not-so-fun, ‘I hate you and will cause you pain’ thing. Yesterday wasn’t so bad; I actually thought that the medicine I’d taken and hte ice pack had cut off impending doom.
Last night I went in to bed and as soon as I laid down, I knew I was in big trouble. The pain was excruciating. I had taken a muscle relaxer and another pain med, and hoped I would drift off to sleep. I did, for about 2 hours or so. I woke up when I needed to roll over. I can’t even describe the pain. I somehow managed to sit up, and then realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I tried to stand up… and couldn’t. I sat for a minute on the edge of the bed, and then struggled to my feet. I was in tears before I made it halfway to the bathroom. It was so bad I got lightheaded, dizzy, and nauseous. I thought I was going to toss my dinner.
I fell back asleep for another hour or two, and then had to get up again. I took another pain pill and then went to the freezer to get the ice pack. I slept with that on my back for another couple hours.
I am completely exhausted today, and I know the only thing keeping pain from rendering me unable to stand is the last of the pain meds moving through my system.
I really wish I had filed workman’s comp when I injured myself. On days like this I would be able to go to the doctor and get something that would genuinely help.
As an aside: walking a 102 pound dog when your back is hurting is 100% not fun.