Long Bad Weekend

So have a good weekend did ya?

I had the best of plans. We were boarding Izzy on Saturday because Rick was taking me to the Birchmere to see a singer songwriter I enjoy. He bought these tickets if you recall for being a Cranky Gus while he was in the beginning of his Lyme Drama.

So last week upon returning from my trip to the great white north I was having some lower back pain. It began in the car ride home. I made it a point to get out at a service area and stretch. I walked around, got a coffee, got gas, pulled over and stretched some more. Got back in the car for the rest of my car ride from hell. By the time I got home my right side was really hurting. But I just figured it was normal because when Rick drives I am always moving around in my seat. I am not good just sitting for any length of time. Lying is another story, but sitting drives me crazy.

Monday my whole backside from my neck to my hips began to get that feeling like when my muscles cramp up severely and I feel like a stone statue. So I called my doctor. This will generally mean that I once again am not absorbing my minerals. This is a symptom of celiac disease and I know what this means. So off to the dr.'s I go and get magnesium intravenously. Normally within 12 hrs I am feeling so much better. But this wasn't happening. I could feel that my left side had indeed loosened up but my right side was in excruciating pain. I just thought it was something I'd have to live through. I could not stand up straight, just hunch over like an old woman.

Saturday I was determined to go to the show. I told Rick I would be fine. Honestly I didn't know how I could sit for that long. But I didn't want him losing that $100 either. Unbeknownst to me he put the tickets up on the developments website as well as a couple other places to try to sell them. Apparently I wasn't fooling him. 

Around 5pm my husband insisted I go to Urgent Care. We drove over to Urgent Care but apparently they only give care from 9 - 5pm no matter how urgent. 
So we went across the street to the new ER building. I remember telling the funny doctor what I was feeling. I remember him hitting my back and me screaming and asking him why he was doing that to me. I also remember them telling me they were going to give me something stronger than morphine. That is all I remember. Rick said I went from quiet, in pain, hunched over woman who morphed into a stand up comedian. Apparently I was telling funny stories and making everyone laugh. The doctor even told Rick that I had the best reaction to this drug from anyone he's ever seen. I should have charged them for the show from what I hear. What they didn't know was that I hadn't even eaten all day due to pain. This dilaudid really hit me!

I am thankful Rick was there because I don't recall anything after getting that drug. 
I don't recall leaving. I don't recall being told about my 3 medications I was to have filled.
I seriously remember nothing after they put this IV in my right hand. Somewhere along the line they told Rick I had a kidney infection. They had me pee in a cup - I have no recollection of doing this. (Rick said I did it alone, thank God) Rick and I were also told that they would have the full report on Tuesday. But my white cell count was very high as was my fever. So they were certain I had a kidney infection.

Rick informed me that there was to be no sex for 14 days. Not until all the medicine was finished. This piece of information he has told me every single day since we left. 
The way he is acting I'm surprised he would tell me this tidbit of information.
Since I recall nothing he could have lied.
It has made me laugh. Like that is even what I am thinking about mister!
But apparently that is all he is thinking about and the fact that he's on his own for 14 days. 
He's mentioned this to me twice today. Really?  
Okay big guy I heard ya. Gee, I feel a tad bit better today, thank you for asking and not just thinking about yourself!
Crazy ass nut job!

My neighbor across the street from me, unlike Rick , was thinking about me.
She had asked me to go to a musical with her on Friday and I told her I couldn't over the phone but then she saw me outside and knew for sure I was a mess. She saw me all hunched over Friday so she came over to walk Izzy for me the rest of the day. Then she said to call if I needed anything else. I did not because Rick was then home. It was so helpful to have her walk Izzy though. She brought over food the next day. She is so damn sweet. She is retired and told me she needs things to do so to call her anytime. I told her she could walk Izzy any damn time she likes. Her dog just passed away this year. 

So let's recap shall we? I missed a musical on Friday, a concert by a singer/songwriter who I love on Saturday, put on one helluva comedy show for the staff at the ER and slept through most of Sunday.

Oh, yea I had a good weekend, how 'bout you?