Get up on the bed!

Today started out beautifully.  When I awoke, I noticed large white snowflakes falling to the ground.  Wow, the first snowfall of the year, I mused.  I wanted to run and get my camera and take some shots.  But then I became aware of the gripping spasms in my back and knew I wasn't going to take any photos at all.  Actually the spasms have been hurting me severely for three days, and I had called the doctor on call in the middle of the night last night and he told me to call my primary doctor first thing this morning.  So I called this morning and his office said they would call me back today.

When nobody had called me today, I called back at 4:30 and asked why nobody had called.  After talking over my symptoms with me, (and me crying into the phone because of the pain), the doctor's office told me to go to the ER.  

At the hospital the triage nurse asked me some questions, 
and then took me back to a room and told me to get up on a bed.  My back was burning and spasming.  Whenever I had a spasm my back would grip up and then I would be wracked with pain.  Anyway, she quickly told me to get up on the bed and then she left.  John sat down in a chair.  I stared at the bed.  It was high.  My body had waves of pain going through it.  I couldn't maneuver myself up onto the bed and turn around.  I was thinking, "Don't you get it Lady, I am in pain!"  I told John I couldn't make it onto the bed, that the bed was too high.  He told me he would go get somebody to help out.  He came back with a nurse.  She looked and said, "We can't make it any lower, that is as low as it will go,"  and then she walked away.  I started thinking, "Don't you get it Lady?  I am in pain, my back is spasming.  This is ludicrous.  I can't climb up there.  You won't help me.  I can't stand here with my back spasming?  Can you say PAIN???  Can you not at least help me to a chair or the floor while my back spasms???"  Then I couldn't stand the pain any longer and I just burst into sobs.  I mean I really sobbed.  So much for bravery.  Maybe it was because I didn't know how long I would have to stand there and I couldn't go out there and ask them again to get me into the bed.  I was in too much pain to even walk out there and ask for help. 

This time another woman heard my sobs and came running.  She had a stool.  "Let me help you get in bed," she said.  She put the stool down and helped me climb in.  I knew there was a solution to that "We can't lower the bed" problem!  She asked me if I could get in with the stool.  I told her I could if I went very slowly, and I did.

Shortly the Physician's Assistant came in.  He did some tests on me.  He wrote me a script for some muscle relaxants, and some loopy-loop medication.  He also prescribed bed rest for four or five days (no, I am not supposed to be on here, lol), heat, and massage.  If I am not better if five days I am supposed to go to my Primary Care Physician.  Now, how am I supposed to stay in bed when I have so much to do?

So anyway, if I get on here and my entries are loopy-loop, or I leave loopy comments in your journals, you will know why, lol.  Just thought I would warn ya. 

Well, that's about it.  Hope everyone is having a good day. ;)