What a joke...

What has been for the last month a mildly annoying, yet bearable pain in my back has progressed. I had picked up a keg of grease at work, which weighs exactly 120lbs. Well, picked up is the wrong word for it. I went down into the bay at work and Don rolled it of onto my shoulder so I could set it down on the floor down there. Which I did, by squatting, as apposed to bending, which everybody knows it the right way to do it. After setting it down I went back to work, nothing wrong. WooHoo.

The next morning when I woke up my back hurt, not the debilitating pain that it is now, but just a general soreness. I called Don, told him I wouldn't be in because of the back pain, but I'd try to make it in the next day. Which happened to be the bosses Wedding day, in which both bosses would be out so they needed me there.

The next day I was ok, a little sore still, but nothing a Motrin couldn't take care of. It's slowly gone down hill from there. It's been over a month now, I've been in to see the Dr every week. He's adjusted my back, and kept me full of pain killers and muscle relaxers. Last time I was in he decided that it was probably a pinched nerve, and wanted to send me to Therapy to help it out. I was all for that, while I could make it through work with the help of the pain killers, it was getting increasingly difficult to do.

Then Sunday rolled around, I was stuck at work, which isn't really a bad thing. But I also started coming down with the flue. Some combination of the smell in the place, the flue, and my pain killers made me very nauseous. So much so that I threw up at work, and sent a spasm up my back from tail bone to spine. Strangely enough, after the spams my back felt better. So much so that I managed to make it the rest of the day with no pain killers.

Then I woke up yesterday...

I was sore, to say the least. But sore is okay, I can stake stuff for sore. It was 7:00am, Jen had just called me. I had 15 mins to lay around before I had to get up and start getting Mike ready. So I spent the 15 mins shifting around to find a comfortable spot to lay. Then the alarm on my phone went off and I spun my feel off the edge of the bed like I normally do and stood up.

I think I was on my knees a good 3 minuets before I made the connection to what happened. I remember the stabbing pain in my back, and the next thing I knew I was kneeling on the floor. Gritting my teeth I forced my self back to my feet, woke Mike up, set out some clothes and got his breakfast ready. At which point I collapsed on the floor in the living room and started messaging Jen.

Let it be known here and now, I hate McPherson Hospital. Or, if you prefer St. Joseph Livingston. Ever sense I was a little kid and they made me wait in the waiting room with a broken arm for over 4 hours I've had a serious dislike for them.

I needed to go to the ER. I knew this, because this level of pain is not normal. I am a pansy, I'll admit it. I have no threshold for sudden pain. If you pinch me when I don't expect it I will scream like a school girl at horror flick. On the other hand, I have a large threshold for continuous or expected pain. Chalk it up to 29 years of constant migraines. If I know the pain is coming, I can normally push it aside for a brief time. But not this time.

Jen took me to the ER. They gave me something for the pain, and took some X-Rays. The ER Dr. thinks it's probably a pinched nerve. Or so I gather from the conversation, either that or I have a jelly donut in my back that exploded. It was someone confusing.

At any rate I am laied up on the living room floor, waiting for them the schedules a MRI so I can find out exactly what the problem is. It hurts to move, or to stand.

I'm just happy that I have an understanding wife, and a boss that's cool enough to not be pissy with me, even though he's getting fucked over right now.

Now we just have to wait.