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Nov. 27th, 2004 11:57 pmI caved in and got Kimberly to take me to the emergency room today. It was a process, since getting into and out of the car was extremely painful, and rather time consuming. But we got there. They could see me right away - apparently Saturday nights in Hampton just aren't all that crazy. I'd expected to wait for at least a few minutes.
The attending physician asked ten million questions - most of them involving my insurance and billing address - and after about an hour of being poked and prodded - and forced to kick her hand which fucking hurt let me tell you - she pronounced me suffering from a lumbar strain and something about a disc and some nerves. I don't remember the whole thing, but it's written down all nice and neat on my prescription papers.
Then they gave me the lecture on how to treat it, gave me Vicodin, prescribed painkillers, muscle relaxants and something for back spasms, and sent me on my merry way. Kimberly found out I hadn't eaten since Thursday, so she treated me to IHOP and I discovered I was starving. Then we somehow managed to get me back in the car, out of the car, and upstairs to my apartment without me screaming even once! Very proud of us.
The Vicodin sure seems to be taking its sweet time kicking in. *sighs* Drugs never affect me the way they're supposed to, but the doctor swore she'd given me a strong enough dose. It must be working a little bit - apparently Vicodin (sp) and the muscle relaxant they gave me don't go together very well. I think I'm going to be rather dramatically ill.
I'm forbidden from driving or going to work will Tuesday, and then I'm prohibited from bending, lifting, standing for long periods of time, or doing anything equally stressful until the end of next week. So... yeah. I don't think there's any part of my job that wasn't covered by that. Fortunately Jacob and Kimberly are both being very cool about this. They'd already arranged for me to have off through the weekend before I even asked. I'm glad I work for people who don't try to punish people for being sick/hurt.
So that was my day in a nutshell! Hope you all had days that were slightly less challenging.
The attending physician asked ten million questions - most of them involving my insurance and billing address - and after about an hour of being poked and prodded - and forced to kick her hand which fucking hurt let me tell you - she pronounced me suffering from a lumbar strain and something about a disc and some nerves. I don't remember the whole thing, but it's written down all nice and neat on my prescription papers.
Then they gave me the lecture on how to treat it, gave me Vicodin, prescribed painkillers, muscle relaxants and something for back spasms, and sent me on my merry way. Kimberly found out I hadn't eaten since Thursday, so she treated me to IHOP and I discovered I was starving. Then we somehow managed to get me back in the car, out of the car, and upstairs to my apartment without me screaming even once! Very proud of us.
The Vicodin sure seems to be taking its sweet time kicking in. *sighs* Drugs never affect me the way they're supposed to, but the doctor swore she'd given me a strong enough dose. It must be working a little bit - apparently Vicodin (sp) and the muscle relaxant they gave me don't go together very well. I think I'm going to be rather dramatically ill.
I'm forbidden from driving or going to work will Tuesday, and then I'm prohibited from bending, lifting, standing for long periods of time, or doing anything equally stressful until the end of next week. So... yeah. I don't think there's any part of my job that wasn't covered by that. Fortunately Jacob and Kimberly are both being very cool about this. They'd already arranged for me to have off through the weekend before I even asked. I'm glad I work for people who don't try to punish people for being sick/hurt.
So that was my day in a nutshell! Hope you all had days that were slightly less challenging.
