One would think that when you haven't been able to do anything but lie flat for a week, you might get some things accomplished - updating the checking account in Quicken, uploading the latest pictures to myphotoalbum for the grandparents or even updating the blog once or twice. It's been 8 days now ... I'm tired of our bank kicking me offline, can't find the camera (can't really look for it either) and well, here is my first post in a couple of weeks. WAH. OK, got the whining out. :)
I'm really not even sure what I did. I worked out in the garden one night, just picking vegetables and such. Woke up a little sore Friday morning and by Friday night I could hardly put weight on my left leg, it was hard to sit and it alternated between sharp pain and a burning sensation from the base of my back to my knee. Being a Saturday, I consulted Dr. Google which confirmed my though it was sciatica and was debating going to the walk-in clinic or not. A trip to the doctor on Monday got me some muscle relaxers and an anti-inflammatory and the instructions to lay on the heating pad, limited sitting and standing until I was feeling better - should be back to 'normal activities' by Friday I was told.
Fast forward to Friday and me attempting to get into my car to go to work. I couldn't sit in my car at all and couldn't put weight on my left leg without all the pain. My doctor was out of town and a trip to the walk-in clinic was useless "you need to call your doctor when she gets back from vacation so she can refer you to someone". Perfect ... can't sit, can't stand and I am supposed to wait 5 days just to get the number of a doctor to call??
Off to St. Luke's ER we went. If Leo Sternbach were still alive he'd be getting a thank you card from me. Seriously. Between the valium and the vicodin for pain I am at least able to navigate around the house (when I am not sleeping that is) and get things to eat and drink. ER doctor confirmed the sciatica but said at this point there isn't much they can do for it until the inflammation goes down ... in a month or so. A month.
I will say, David's not making too much fun of me anymore for having a well stocked freezer. If it wasn't for that, we wouldn't have much of anything to eat. He's been the one getting meals together and taking care of the kids. He is also getting a taste of what it is like trying to put supper together while having someone climbing up your leg. Not so easy, is it?
It was a little easier to get out of bed this morning so I am hoping that means the inflammation is going down. I've had issues with my lower back before but never have had anything like this. Fingers crossed that some physical therapy is going to fix whatever the issue is!
On that note ... I feel another nap coming on.
