Signs of Age

This past week was one of gaining personal recognition and gratitude for miracles given by priesthood blessing.  You may not know but I work at a place that does medical equipment for hospice patients--a hospice nurse calls us and orders a hospital bed, wheelchair, etc. and our drivers deliver it to the patient.  But this week, I felt like the tables got turned and I was nearly the patient.

Tuesday I went to work like normal but sometime that morning I saw a wheelchair in the warehouse that wasn't where it was supposed to be.  So I bent over it and had every intention of lifting it up tot he shelf where it belonged.  Just as I began to lift, I heard/felt a ripping--much like when you tear paper towels apart.  It instantly caused me to drop the chair where it was before.  I felt horrible.  I have told the drivers to be careful how they lift things all the time--use your legs!--and here I did exactly the opposite of my own advice.  I thought "how dumb?!" and figured I would have to tough it out.  But the longer I stayed at work--I had two weeks of embroidery I was hoping to catch up on--the worse I felt.  It wasn't just tenderness.  It was really sore and the pain started shooting down my left leg. I began to worry that I had bulged a disc out of my spine, or worse --whatever might be worse?! I had texted my husband to come straight to my office to give me a blessing--thinking he would be home sooner than I'd be done.  But by 3:00 he hadn't responded yet, so in desperation, I asked my boss and a co-worker to give me a blessing before I went home. 

Luckily, for me, I do work with a bunch of returned missionaries and these two men were available and ready to do this for me.  One did the anointing and then my boss gave me a blessing.  It wasn't a blessing for instant healing, but one that promised me no major damage had occurred, but that I had to do what I could to make things better for myself too. In the blessing he told met hat I would be able to find relief as I took myself out of situations that caused me stress.  That I would be able to find relief from mediation and help from resting my body.  It was a comfortable feeling as he finished.  I knew it wasn't going to be well instantly, but that I would eventually be fine.

By the time I got home, I was hurting SO bad that I couldn't take my own shoes off.  I laid myself over the yoga ball in the family room.  I was relieved by stretching my back around the ball, but then I couldn't get up by myself once I was done laying over it.  I finally took a big ibuprofen and an old generic a pain killer left over from a  dental visit or something years ago--and went to bed very early.  The next morning I couldn't get out of bed. My husband told me to get into the doctor, maybe he cold prescribe a muscle relaxer and something for the pain.  I called the office about 9 AM but the scheduling secretary wasn't available--so I left a message.  My doctor was the Urgent Care guy that day, so the scheduler for the office told me to come on in.  I did as quickly as I could and once there, I had to wait for about 30 minutes.  I was standing then tried sitting, but either position was horrendously painful.  I was close to tear as I felt the muscle in my back spazaming and causing pain down my leg.  Finally I got in to see the Doctor and laid myself across the exam table to relieve the pressure on my lower back. When he finally came in, he tried applying pressure in a couple of spots on my back and sent me through the ceiling a couple times.  He quickly prescribed a muscle relaxer, a steroid, a pain killer and double checked that I had a 800 mg Ibuprofan to take.  He also gave me a referral to a physical therapist.

I got home after dropping off the prescriptions and immediately laid on the bed.  I called the physical therapist's office and they had a cancellation that afternoon, so I took it.  The therapist ended up being the same guy that worked on my shoulder after I did that surgery back in 2006, Chad. He started me off with some STEM and heat.  15 minutes of that was the best I'd felt for nearly 2 days.  Then he came in and did some stretching and massaged on the area.  Then put me on a ice pack and sent me home with some small exercises I need to do to not only heal my hurting back, but to strengthen the lower interior ab muscles that support my back too. 

I took the meds that my hubz had picked up for me and went to bed. I slept through the night and then most of Thursday too.  I was in bed nearly all the day--only moving to do the exercises and go to the bathroom.  I haven't slept that long--or that well--in ages.  I was careful to take the meds are prescribed and I started to believe that I might live. 

I woke up Friday feeling better than I had all week. I went to work, on the meds, but I knew I couldn't lift or man-handle things in the warehouse, or the UPS or FedEx shipments, etc.  I was even very careful how I was sitting at my desk, or getting up and down from the chair or the embroidery machines.  I worked a full day and went hoe about 4:30 or so.  I did have to ask for help a few times, but I know that it is OK to ask for help when you need it.

Now, I know that some of the relief I have felt comes directly from the medications the doctor ordered, and other relief may have come from the electrical impulses from the STEM, or the heat and ice.  While I do think those were all helpful, I have a strong feeling that the priesthood blessings was what has helped me get back to "nearly normal" this fast.  I know the Lord cares about my health and the functionality of my body as it is necessary to my work.  I know that He can bless me to be healed in an instant.  But this time I needed to feel some understanding for people who do live in pain.  Luckily for me, He also knows me enough to know that too much demanded patience would put me over the top.  He has begun this process of healing for me, but is giving me the time to learn to be more compassionate to others and to my own self--where my body isn't doing things as fast as I'd like.

This healing process will be steady and over a longer period of time that just a few days, but I'm on the mend and getting back to what I do every day.  Simply getting out of bed without help is a plus.  Being able to tie my shoes or pick up something on the floor is a big deal after how badly I hurt last week.  So that was the extent of my story this week.  I wish we could arrange a few days of bed rest to just catchup on sleep every couple of months or so, but that isn't real life.  I am grateful for the rest I've had and for the relief the meds and the therapy have given me.  Now to do the hard work of remembering these little exercises and condition my back muscles and core muscles to avoid this again.

 

Getting older really sucks.

File This Under: T.M.I.

Earlier this week, as I was getting out of my work clothes and ready for bed, I noticed a spot on my belly that was super tender.  At first I thought it was a zit--but an odd place, in deed to find one of those for me.  The really sad thing is this mysterious spot is directly located on one of my many lower belly stretch marks that has never recovered from being pregnant.

I, of course, go show Genius Golfer, who at first cringes then says authoritatively, "It's a bite.  I get them all the time." Well, I don't and I can't recall him complaining about bites "all the time".

I consider it over the course of the evening and check it again in the morning.  Still there, but the swelling had gone down a little bit.  Still gross too, by the way.

This morning it was also slightly less swollen, but nonetheless gross and still very tender if I touched it.  At this point I doubt it is much--maybe it IS a bite, but I have no idea why my stretch mark covered belly would be laying around in the open air available and waiting to be bitten.

If you are squeamish, look away....photo of the mysterious spot are below:

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She Did WHAT?!

Two days ago The Girl was in her (beginning) swimming class at college, where they were practicing their flip turns.  The Girl was being the super-smarty-pants that she is and was doing the advanced-level flip turn coming into the wall on her back and somehow flipping to do breaststroke.  She has done this kind of wonky turn in her IM for some time, so she knew what she was supposed to be doing, and how.

This time, however, she was coming into the wall like it was some Olympic trials so something and she underestimated the distance, or her speed, or both and smacked her hand HARD on the top of the cement wall.  When she called that night she thought it might be broken.

Just what we need, I thought.  But then I remember she has access to the university health center.  So I suggested that she get down there and see if a nurse could look at it and tell if she should have it x-rayed.  I also asked if she had a home teacher or "FHE brother" that could give her a blessing.  Yes.  She has both and had already asked for a blessing a few weeks ago when the cold she got the first week of August still wouldn't leave her alone.

She told met hat SuperKate, her adorable roommate, would take her to the health center on campus in the morning if her hand wasn't feeling any better.  In the meantime, I told her to ice it and try to get some sleep.

Yesterday while I was at work, she texted me to say that the hand doesn't seem broken.  The RN at the health center told her that the bruising was quite severe, however, so the swelling was from that.  She was told to ice it and take some ibuprofen and if it wasn't better in another day or two, to come back and they could x-ray it.

At least she go tit checked out.  With this nasty cold she'd had since August, she barely went to have it check in the middle of September.  That girl.  Good crud.

And, just for the record, I'd like to remind everyone that she did this in a BEGINNING swimming class, of all places.  Only The Girl.  Crazy.