Okay, so the ordeal happened at 7:30 yesterday morning. This is the ordeal: I was putting on a skort, which requires standing on one leg while you put your other leg through the hole, etc.
At that point, my left leg suddenly went numb, and then the numbness was replaced by blinding pain that slowly brought me literally to my knees, bawling like a baby. I was unable to move, the pain was so excruciatingly bad. I immediately took 1200 mgs (6 tablets) of ibuprofin when it happened, and as I had had pulled muscle pain like it before, just waited for the anti-inflammatories to kick in. At 11, there had been no relief, so I sent honey to get me a stronger one, at a pharmacist's okay. Pharmacist chose extra strength robaxacet. Took two of them, and by 1:00, STILL no pain had gone down. It was as bad as ever. I tried walking to the washroom (15 feet away) and it took me 20 minutes and many tears, etc.
Finally, honey called the nurse's hotline, and they punched in all my symptoms into their computer, and said "well, all your symptoms point to nerve damage or interference, and those things are definitely 911 calls". So we called 911, I got to ride in an ambulance (with very funny paramedics, though laughing hurt), and then I laid in a bed, in the middle of the hallway in the hospital for 2 hours or so, before I got seen. In lots of pain. And they wouldn't let me go pee. But offered a bed pan, right there in the hallway. I decided to hold it.
Finally, I got seen by a doctor (after some really bitchy-ass nurse dealt with me), and he says that it doesn't sound like a pinched nerve, it sounds like I've pulled the nerve, at the root. I had X-rays, just to make sure it wasn't a bone thing, and I have to get a CT scan this week. I've been ordered a week of bedrest, before we go to any treatment (I have a fantastic chiropractor and physiotherapist, folks), and he was very VERY strict on the bedrest. He said that if I move too much, I'll aggravate it more, and each movement could pull a little more and a little more, and if that happens, they'll have to operate on it.
But I still have to move.. I'm told to get up to go to the washroom, to get the blood flowing, to do muscle contractions in my legs and feet while lying in bed, and to have honey help me with stretches, mild ones. I have to take 2 T3's every 4 hours, and I have to take aspirin, to keep my blood thin so no clots form while I'm off my feet (as blood clots do run in my family). So that was yesterday.
I was admitted to the hospital at 2:20, and I left at 8:15. Last night, (oh yeah, I was injected with demerol/gravol mixture, and was stoned off my gourd), was a different story... I laid in bed, pumped full of T3's, and was still in so much pain, I couldn't sleep. I finished my book somewhere around 3 in the morning. I can't even go to the bathroom by myself.. my sweetie has to help me walk,a nd he actually has to SIT ME DOWN on the toilet, and PULL ME UP off of it. Same with bed.. I can't sit on my own, as it's a low bed, and same with my couch (that I'm sitting on).
I have to say, he won boyfriend of the year yesterday. Starting at 7:30 am, he didn't leave my side once.. he put up with tears, both of pain and frustration, he put up with long waits at the hospital, driving everywhere to get medication, catching me as I almost fainted in the hospital (switching from bed to wheelchair so I could leave... they didn't let me leave for an hour after that, as the heart-rate machine thingy didn't even register my heart rate, it was so low, and I had turned beet red with white white lips, and was covered in an instant sweat, and fever).
Today is his birthday dinner. It's here, at home, but I don't think I can make it.. he's going to drive me up from the back of the house to the front, so I can skip the stairs, and then I can shower, and hang out in the guest bedroom all day.. but sitting for that long on a hard chair? Don't think I can do it. *grumble*
Anywho, that's the update. Oh, forgot to mention, my left thigh was numb a good part of the night, but if you touched it, while I didn't feel the touch, I got this sensation that all my nerve endings were on fire. Very painful. It sucked. And my right foot was going numb. So I spent my night contracting my muscles to keep the blood flowing, and staring at the ceiling.
At that point, my left leg suddenly went numb, and then the numbness was replaced by blinding pain that slowly brought me literally to my knees, bawling like a baby. I was unable to move, the pain was so excruciatingly bad. I immediately took 1200 mgs (6 tablets) of ibuprofin when it happened, and as I had had pulled muscle pain like it before, just waited for the anti-inflammatories to kick in. At 11, there had been no relief, so I sent honey to get me a stronger one, at a pharmacist's okay. Pharmacist chose extra strength robaxacet. Took two of them, and by 1:00, STILL no pain had gone down. It was as bad as ever. I tried walking to the washroom (15 feet away) and it took me 20 minutes and many tears, etc.
Finally, honey called the nurse's hotline, and they punched in all my symptoms into their computer, and said "well, all your symptoms point to nerve damage or interference, and those things are definitely 911 calls". So we called 911, I got to ride in an ambulance (with very funny paramedics, though laughing hurt), and then I laid in a bed, in the middle of the hallway in the hospital for 2 hours or so, before I got seen. In lots of pain. And they wouldn't let me go pee. But offered a bed pan, right there in the hallway. I decided to hold it.
Finally, I got seen by a doctor (after some really bitchy-ass nurse dealt with me), and he says that it doesn't sound like a pinched nerve, it sounds like I've pulled the nerve, at the root. I had X-rays, just to make sure it wasn't a bone thing, and I have to get a CT scan this week. I've been ordered a week of bedrest, before we go to any treatment (I have a fantastic chiropractor and physiotherapist, folks), and he was very VERY strict on the bedrest. He said that if I move too much, I'll aggravate it more, and each movement could pull a little more and a little more, and if that happens, they'll have to operate on it.
But I still have to move.. I'm told to get up to go to the washroom, to get the blood flowing, to do muscle contractions in my legs and feet while lying in bed, and to have honey help me with stretches, mild ones. I have to take 2 T3's every 4 hours, and I have to take aspirin, to keep my blood thin so no clots form while I'm off my feet (as blood clots do run in my family). So that was yesterday.
I was admitted to the hospital at 2:20, and I left at 8:15. Last night, (oh yeah, I was injected with demerol/gravol mixture, and was stoned off my gourd), was a different story... I laid in bed, pumped full of T3's, and was still in so much pain, I couldn't sleep. I finished my book somewhere around 3 in the morning. I can't even go to the bathroom by myself.. my sweetie has to help me walk,a nd he actually has to SIT ME DOWN on the toilet, and PULL ME UP off of it. Same with bed.. I can't sit on my own, as it's a low bed, and same with my couch (that I'm sitting on).
I have to say, he won boyfriend of the year yesterday. Starting at 7:30 am, he didn't leave my side once.. he put up with tears, both of pain and frustration, he put up with long waits at the hospital, driving everywhere to get medication, catching me as I almost fainted in the hospital (switching from bed to wheelchair so I could leave... they didn't let me leave for an hour after that, as the heart-rate machine thingy didn't even register my heart rate, it was so low, and I had turned beet red with white white lips, and was covered in an instant sweat, and fever).
Today is his birthday dinner. It's here, at home, but I don't think I can make it.. he's going to drive me up from the back of the house to the front, so I can skip the stairs, and then I can shower, and hang out in the guest bedroom all day.. but sitting for that long on a hard chair? Don't think I can do it. *grumble*
Anywho, that's the update. Oh, forgot to mention, my left thigh was numb a good part of the night, but if you touched it, while I didn't feel the touch, I got this sensation that all my nerve endings were on fire. Very painful. It sucked. And my right foot was going numb. So I spent my night contracting my muscles to keep the blood flowing, and staring at the ceiling.
