
Bit of drama for me a couple of weeks back as ended up in
hospital in Oxford for about 16 hours after my back caving in on Saturday night. I was visiting my boyfriend Neil in Witney, and we had been to the cinema to see the third instalment of the
Twilights saga, the film Eclipse . My back had been niggling me for a few days beforehand, and after painting my toe nails on the Saturday, not only once, but twice as first colour didn't look right, I had pretty bad pains just before going to the cinema, and had to lie on the floor for a bit to calm it down. Getting in and out of the car was agony, and I was sceptical to how it would go sitting in the cinema for the duration of the film and even more sceptical about how it would go getting up again, but thought if worse came to worse I could always lay down on the floor when everyone had left the auditorium so that it would calm down enough for me to be able to walk to the car. I was in pretty bad pain during the film and couldn't relax my back muscles. When the film was over I managed to get up and walk to the car, but in much pain and with difficulty, and it went from bad to worse when getting into the car. My back just went into major spasms and I probably scarred the kids for life with my sobbing. At first they weren't sure if I was laughing or crying, which made me laugh amidst the pain which made the pain worse again, so well, bit of a drama.
Back at Neil's house I couldn't get out of the car due to the spasms and the pain, so it ended up being a 999 call and ambulance with blue lights coming to help me out. Creating such a fuss made me cry even more, so well, lets just say the tear ducts got a proper work out that night! An hour and half with gas and air, morphine and trying to get out, and finally I managed to get out and waddle into the ambulance where they wanted to check me over. The first aim was to get me into the house to lay down so that maybe the back would relax and the spasms stop, but with the pain I was in they ended up giving me even more morphine and as I had been given more, they had to take me into hospital anyway. Which was good, as I needed more pain relief than what we had in the house already. In the A&E I was checked over pretty quick which I was impressed by as had expected to be waiting for ages, which is what you normally hear about when people go to the A&E. Anyway, the diagnoses was just 'back failure'! No x-rays or scans done, but was advised to see GP when getting home and ask for an MRI scan then. Was given more and many different pain reliefs plus muscle relaxant, but wasn't enough for me to get up and walk without pain, so had to ask for more, which I finally got, and could finally be able to walk without howling and crying and got released from the hospital around 7pm Sunday evening.
Neil had wanted to follow me up to the hospital straight away when the ambulance took me there, but I was being my usual bossy self and asked (told) him to stay at home with the kids, as although they would have been able to look after themselves, I would have worried about them, and especially Amy as she was obviously concerned about seeing me in such a state. Besides, I am a cranky bitch when ill or in pain and I am better off without company.
Neil was lovely with Amy, as I knew he would be, reassured her and took her on Sunday late afternoon to Swindon to stay with her grandparents till I was able to get around easier. (I picked her up from school on Wednesday.) He then picked up my stuff and came together with James to see me and take me home.
Back home again I stayed in bed and mostly slept for the next 4 days. Friday I managed to get up and do a few things, but must admit I was glad I could take the time off work and have a proper chance to get better. Normally when I have a bad back I work anyway, as can't afford to take time off work, but never been as bad as this time, so had no choice really. The medicine I was given made me sleepy, so didn't even have time to get bored! :-)
Anyway, enough about my back, (I'm such a drama queen ;-) ), but one thing I REALLY enjoyed about the whole thing was the picture Amy drew for me and posted on her facebook. She doesn't often express love verbally, and it meant a lot to me to see the drawing and read the words. :-) So nothing as bad that it isn't good for something! :-)