In my world, things can change at the drop of a hat. In my case the drop of a hip! LOL.... A little background, (you KNOW I have to give you background... I'm a woman of so few words HA!)...
About two weeks ago now, I was kissing Dalton on the cheeks, our favorite morning ritual, to wake him up and couldn't stand up. My back felt like someone stuck a knife into my tail bone. Kevin came in, got me upright and I decided to take it easy for the day. Ice on the back, 20 on 20 off etc. Took a nice looooooooong shower and it seemed to get better. Unfortunately, it seems it just took on a life of it's own and by Sunday (this Sunday past) I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, my legs felt like they were on fire. It was strange. Above my waist was fine, below the waist was hell.
Off to the ER we go. Now, I'm not one of your typical patients. I don't - DO NOT - want a pill that's going to make it all better. I'm fed up with pills. I take them all day every day and I'm not about adding one to the pile. When I got into a room, the first thing they did was put in an IV line. I asked what it was for and with a very sour note, the nurse says, "Well, you want pain meds don't you?"
to which I replied, "Not really why I'm here..."
She copped an attitude with me and got the doctor. He comes in, hears my 8 year history with all this crap, says, "What medicine does Dr. X give you for breakthrough pain?"
"I don't have anything for breakthrough pain. I've never experienced anything like this before."
Thirty minutes later, he hands me release orders along with three prescriptions - pain killer, muscle relaxer, and steroids - and the nurse is administering pain meds through the IV with instructions not to drive under any circumstances. I'm also told to use my wheelchair or walker, which ever is best for me but not to put much weight on the left leg until we know more. (The driving call was a total duh moment... I was asleep before I left the parking lot.) He says, "Follow up with your primary this week."
Ok, first of all my primary doesn't treat me for this, which you should have realized through our conversations. I already have appointments scheduled for my pain management doc and my rheumatoid doc this week, so I'll follow up with them.
The rheumy says she's worried about the leg - I can't feel anything from the hip down on the back of the leg. My foot is completely asleep and I wish it didn't feel like it was completely asleep. My right leg isn't bad. I can use it fine. She's sending me for an MRI of the lower lumbar (where I have two herniated discs already) and the SI joints. I called my neurologist who wants me to come to his office immediately following my mri and he'll interpret my results right away. My pain management doc thinks it's time to see the neurosurgeon again but wants to see the MRI results first.
The primary doc said to see the others.
So, my walker and I are getting familiar, my house is a wreck, I've not eaten a decent meal in days and I wish with all my heart I could go to the potty but the Vicodin took care of that for me. (I know, TMI...) My bed and I are getting close and I've read two books and am nearly done with the third. I do suppose there are silver linings. I've been wanting to get back into my reading!
Wish me luck!