Ok, ok. Not all hospitals are bad. [I Hate Hospitals]
I find myself lucky to be in an area where we have a decent hospital. This one had put up with me and my health issues for many years. Whether it be my seizures, illness, or pain. Today, it was pain.
I am in a profession that consists of lifting, cutting, and wrestling during assembly, so of course, some kind of pain is expected. This one, however, was something I hadn't felt before.
I thought nothing of it, expecting it to melt away as normal. But this one wanted to go in the opposite direction and just get worse. The last few days, I'd wince and sometimes scream in agony as I was hit on the right side of my body. It would occasional choose to wrap itself around the back of my body to the other side of my waist. I found it difficult to determine whether or was muscular our something else. All I knew was that it was painful. Even moving around while trying to sleep was painful.
This morning I awoke at about 5:30 and found myself unable to move. Every slight indication of my wanting to get more comfortable was not allowed without extreme pain. I had to wake him up for a trip to the hospital.
With the Covid situation, the had the emergency room drop of area all set up for incoming patience. I was greeted and helped out of the truck by two nurses who sat me in a wheelchair that looked likeit was it of this world. I'm so used to being in to an uncomfortable chair that gave a bumpy ride. This was the Cadillac version!
A special check in kiosk was built where all the check in info was exchanged, and just inside the door were small 'stalls' I guess you'd call them, to wait until someone could take you in to the more permanent rooms.
Unfortunately, none of those I know or am familiar with was there. So, again, I met a new doctor. Nice guy. While the nurse was taking my vitals, she asked on a scale of 1-10, 10 being worse, how was thepain at the moment. I commented with an 11. Don't know what it was, but she put something wonderful into my IV. 馃榿 The pain could have been easily forgotten, which of course, makes it mote difficult to describe or pinpoint just where the pain is. But, no complaints from me.
Through it my two hour stay, x-rays and other tests were taken. All looked good, to them anyway. So why was I experiencing so much pain? Turns out it's a muscle spasm inside the ribs, when I thought I had actually broken a rib.
All they could do for me was give me a specific muscle relaxer and a certain pain killer as he sent me away, telling me to take it easy for awhile. My heart chuckled knowing that taking it day is one of the most difficult things for me to do is to relax.
So, here I lay, trying to relax, thinking of things I need to get done at the shop, and trying to deter those thoughts here through the keyboard.
I'm sorry, it's not working. Pain still exists. Hope I can move when I wake up tomorrow...that it's not as difficult or as painful as it was this morning.
I am in a profession that consists of lifting, cutting, and wrestling during assembly, so of course, some kind of pain is expected. This one, however, was something I hadn't felt before.
I thought nothing of it, expecting it to melt away as normal. But this one wanted to go in the opposite direction and just get worse. The last few days, I'd wince and sometimes scream in agony as I was hit on the right side of my body. It would occasional choose to wrap itself around the back of my body to the other side of my waist. I found it difficult to determine whether or was muscular our something else. All I knew was that it was painful. Even moving around while trying to sleep was painful.
This morning I awoke at about 5:30 and found myself unable to move. Every slight indication of my wanting to get more comfortable was not allowed without extreme pain. I had to wake him up for a trip to the hospital.
With the Covid situation, the had the emergency room drop of area all set up for incoming patience. I was greeted and helped out of the truck by two nurses who sat me in a wheelchair that looked likeit was it of this world. I'm so used to being in to an uncomfortable chair that gave a bumpy ride. This was the Cadillac version!
A special check in kiosk was built where all the check in info was exchanged, and just inside the door were small 'stalls' I guess you'd call them, to wait until someone could take you in to the more permanent rooms.
Unfortunately, none of those I know or am familiar with was there. So, again, I met a new doctor. Nice guy. While the nurse was taking my vitals, she asked on a scale of 1-10, 10 being worse, how was thepain at the moment. I commented with an 11. Don't know what it was, but she put something wonderful into my IV. 馃榿 The pain could have been easily forgotten, which of course, makes it mote difficult to describe or pinpoint just where the pain is. But, no complaints from me.
Through it my two hour stay, x-rays and other tests were taken. All looked good, to them anyway. So why was I experiencing so much pain? Turns out it's a muscle spasm inside the ribs, when I thought I had actually broken a rib.
All they could do for me was give me a specific muscle relaxer and a certain pain killer as he sent me away, telling me to take it easy for awhile. My heart chuckled knowing that taking it day is one of the most difficult things for me to do is to relax.
So, here I lay, trying to relax, thinking of things I need to get done at the shop, and trying to deter those thoughts here through the keyboard.
I'm sorry, it's not working. Pain still exists. Hope I can move when I wake up tomorrow...that it's not as difficult or as painful as it was this morning.
