And, so, I am grateful. I am grateful for the doctor who treated me in the ER Friday night. No. I am grateful for the PA who treated me. I cried for over 4 hours. I cried until I needed hydration and my eyes felt like the lids were turning inside out. PT went well that morning, but 4 PM I was suffering. By 6 I wanted help. At 6:30 we were on our way to the closest ER.
I left a little over 4 hours later. I felt so good; I couldn't recall the last time I'd experienced a pain-free day. Something always hurts since the incident. We're guessing that I over-did it in PT. Pearlie iced me down before I left, as usual. I felt good. I stopped at Kroger on my way home. I even checked my P.O. Box. It was empty, but that was okay. I went home, made dinner, and I ate. I have to eat standing because it hurts to bend my neck.
JC was home around 6. I think. He was in the middle of filling the hot water bottle when things changed to urgent.
Two injections, three prescriptions, bed rest, answered prayers, along with gratitude, positive thinking, and I am on the mend. I have no real recollection of Saturday, but I know I wrote some letters. I slept most of the day and into the evening. I think.
I wrote 14 letters and postcards in 2 or 3 days. I wrapped and addressed 1 package. Looking at the small stack makes me feel so good. It reminds me not to over-do it, too. I never want to re-live Friday. I am not good at doing nothing, so I write a little, rest a little, then write some more.
I am obeying the home care instructions. I take the meds on time. And I am eating.
I'm staying hydrated, too. My big Thermos keeps my Kleen Kanteen filled. The stairs are still iffy.
A little peek at tomorrow's mail.
And, so . . . This is Life. I think mine is supposed to be great, pain-free, easier, neater, tidier, and almost perfect. Well, so it is. It's balanced. You just watch. Something wonderful is going to happen, and it will make me forget all about Friday night. In real life, I'm not whiney. I suffer behind a closed door. I do what needs doing no matter what. Maybe that's part of my problem. No matter. I am getting well. I am getting better. And, I can write a few letters. What else is there to ask for?