Sunday, February 01, 2009
Well, I really did a number on my back. This morning I woke up at about five with hideous back spasms whenever I tried to move. I screamed whenever they hit, which of course woke Gary up too. He brought me food, ubuprofen, and the muscle relaxant I took during my last back episode (luckily, I had some left; they expire this month, but I'm taking them anyway).
It was several hours before I could move without significant pain. I managed to roll over and sit up so I could drink coffee; then I crawled on my hands and knees, literally, to the bathroom ("She's out of the gate!" Gary said), and then I managed to hobble a little using a hiking staff as a cane.
Now I'm propped up in bed with my briefcase on the floor next to me and Harley lying at my feet. Gary's out hiking, but I told him to keep his cellphone on in case I need to call him.
Dad's new phone is working, so I've spoken to him a number of times today. He was up at 6:30 and went down for breakfast; he liked the food but wasn't thrilled with the company. I just called to remind him that it's time for lunch. He said, "There's nothing I can do about that unless they come get me," and I said, "But Dad, you can push your button so they'll come see what you need." He'd forgotten about that.
I told him I didn't think I'd be able to drive today to get over there. Perfect timing, eh? My back went out only when my body knew that Dad would be all right without me.
Amazing things, bodies!