I rarely go to the ER. In recent memory, I have only gone twice before. The first time I thought I was dying (Spoiler alert: I didn’t). The second time I wanted to make sure my kidneys were ok (This trip earned me my first nephrology appointment). But the point here is that I rarely rarely go. Normally I go to an Urgent Care clinic or I make a doctor appointment. I just don’t do ERs. And I especially don’t go for something like pain… I can put up with that at home right? Wrong. So very wrong!
To be fair… I attempted to go to the Urgent Care clinic first.
To be honest… I really didn’t put up a fight when they suggested the ER.
My day started off alright. I woke up with no pain. Walked over to the mirror in no pain. Then I stretched. PAIN!! All of a sudden something cracked in my neck, my muscles all went into spasm, and I could no longer move my head without excruciating pain. I also had a wave of panic that I had seriously screwed up my spine. I was terrified that one wrong move would result in something worse than pain. I get a little paranoid when it comes to my spine.
So I took a shower, hoping that the warm water would relax it. When that didn’t work, I called my mom (yes, I still call my mommy when I’m sick) telling her what happened and that I was going to go to Urgent Care. Once there, I sat in the waiting room for 2 very painful hours. When I was finally taken back, they performed an xray which showed that the vertebrae were fine. Then the lovely doctor came in, told me everything was good, that I could go home, and that I should take Tylenol for the pain. That was the point where I burst into tears. Sobbing that Tylenol did nothing and that my stomach couldn’t take any more NSAIDs (Throwing up blood? Yeah, not fun.). I think that was also the point where the doctor finally realized how much pain I was truly in. He suggested I go to the ER to get a CT scan and get it looked at better. So that’s what I did. The end result was that there was no new damage to my spine, but my muscles were being completely pissy. Thankfully they sent me home with a muscle relaxer and some vicodin.
It took about a week for the meds to relax the muscles. That was pretty much the week from h*ll.
In other news… I got a new toy!
I’m sure this will come in handy in the future!