April 26th, 2021
I am referring to my back in this case. Well, actually I mean my back and my right hip. My sciatic nerve is irritated somehow, and it is letting me know this almost constantly. I can stand or sit for maybe five or ten minutes, and then I have to lie down for a while. Going into a deep squatting position relives the pain for a short period of time, so I do that sometimes.
I went to the ER on Sunday morning. I was getting sharp, stabbing pains. I hate going to the ER. I think everybody does. It’s like going into a courtroom; nobody goes there unless they absolutely have to do so. I’ve been in the ER frequently in the past, but that was almost always to take another person there. The last time I went into the emergency room for my own problem was back in 2009, when I got run over by a forklift at work. My right leg was crushed, and going to the ER was not optional.
The nurse in the ER on Sunday was a friendly, middle-aged lady. She was solidly built and had a long black hair that was streaked with grey. She took my vitals, and asked,
“Do you have high blood pressure?”
“Do take any medication for it?”
“What do you take?”
“Lisinopril. Started with this week.”
“Did you take it already today?”
“You BP was kind of high when you came in.”
“You can look on the screen.”
I did. Fuck.
I told the nurse, “Well, that sucks.”
She smiled ruefully and replied, “Well, you’re in pain and stressed out. It’s not that bad. You don’t see me running to find the doctor, do you?”
The nurse and I got to talking. She asked me what I expected to get out of this visit. I explained to her that my wife and I are caring for a five month old little boy, and that it is a fulltime job for two people. If I am down, then Karin has to do everything, and that is simply too much for any person. I told the nurse that I want to be functional again. I need to be functional.
The nurse completely understood. She helps to care for a grandchild with special needs. She gets it.
She said to me, “I know that you said that you don’t like taking meds. If we give you some to get you better, will you take them?”
I reluctantly replied, “Yes.”
She smiled and said, “The PA will be in here soon.”
The PA was a petite woman who got right down to business. I told my story. She nodded and said,
“Back pain sucks.”
She prescribed me a revved up version of Ibuprofen, a muscle relaxer, and an anti-inflammatory.
I’ve been taking the meds. So far, not much improvement.
Karin does not want me carrying the baby until my back is well. She doesn’t want me to drop the kid if I have a muscle spasm. That seems to be a reasonable concern. There are many things that I cannot currently do to help my wife care for the little guy.
I feel kind of useless.
That’s what really hurts.