Go ahead. Say it. I know you want to. You know you want to. Let’s hear it. All together now:
I TOLD YOU SO!!!!
Yup, I should have done something about my fucking back when I first posted and you all told me get thee to the doctors.
But, nooooooooooooooo, I figured it’d start getting better any minute now.
Any minute now is long past, and my back has been getting progressively worse.
It occurred to me that I hadn’t tried ice. I needn’t have bothered. Did not help at all.
The only time it doesn’t hurt is when I am laying still in bed (on my back, on either side – doesn’t matter – as long as I am not moving) and I can pretend that my back is fine.
Sneezing and coughing are not to be thought of – they are an experience of fresh hell on earth.
But I finally made an appointment for a teleconference with my doctor, who sent me for x-rays (which is another WTF – the pain is clearly muscular – I’m pretty sure bones don’t spasm!).
Which I went and did immediately (and found out that I really shouldn’t be driving when experiencing frequent and unannounced back spasms) and now my doctor is supposed to have referred me for physical therapy, but they haven’t called yet.
If I don’t get a call from PT in a day or so, I’ll be contacting my doctor again because I’m not doing this.
This fat old lady is fucking done.
While out for the x-rays, I also did the grocery shopping. Thank God (TIDBI) for social distancing … no one was close enough for me to frighten them when my back would spasm and I’d semi-collapse into my cart with a gasp.
HOWEVER, I did discuss pain relief and my doctor gave the okay for me to take a handful of ibuprofen (a handful in fat old lady land = 3 (200 mg) gel caps) up to three times a day, for the next two weeks.
She’s not happy about it, but I’m allergic to most muscle relaxants and I’m not willing to go for anything more serious med wise – OTC is just fine with me.
And right now, that handful is just a little piece of heaven. For the first time in days I am not screaming intermittently as my back constantly spasms for no apparent reason whatsoever.
I didn’t want to take pain meds for fear of making it worse, but right now the relief is so welcome that I don’t give a flying fuck if I make it worse – I mean how much worse could it get (please God (TIDBI) that is not a challenge)?
So here I sit working away (okay, not working, nothing is going on right now, so I’m writing today’s blog instead), and my back is in the background letting me know that once the ibuprofen wears off – ooooooooooooh, am I going to get it.
But for now, I’m okay – barely – but okay – and I’ll take that!