So I had all these awesome plans for blessing our house. I wrote a post for this blog about it. As I ended that post, I mentioned ‘chasing elusive dust bunnies.” Well, as I was reaching down to grab one by its ears, I heard a “pop” in my back and felt searing pain. Oh boy. House blessing not happening!
I was able to get into a new Chiropractor my son is seeing, and that poor guy! The first time he meets me, I am literally crying and screaming whenever he touches me. We take x-rays, we massage, we do all these weird things I had never experienced before. This went on for about 2 hours and I was relaxing and actually pain-free! Then he tilted the table so I could stand, and wowser! The pain was so intense I cried and cried, started to shake, and could not hold myself up. I was literally sinking to the floor, if my husband and the doctor had not held me up. They put a large “cinch” or “truss” around my waist, gave me an ice pack, and sent me on my way to the ER. There are some things even a Chiropractor cannot handle…and me and my back last night was one of those things.
Off we went to ER. Did I mention this was in a snowstorm (well, for here it was being called a “light dusting” of 1-2 inches)? The ER doctor had a completely different diagnosis than the Chiropractor, but their treatments were exactly the same…bed rest, laying as flat as possible, for the next 2-3 days. Right. As you can tell, I am not laying flat. Been as flat as I could be in my recliner, for hours upon hours. Standing is fine. Sitting is its own kind of hell. Ice packs, heating pads, pain meds. And I cannot move without something tweaking and hurting.
But I am giving thanks. I had someone acknowledge my long, long struggle with back issues. There are reasons for the intermittent issues I have with my back and trunk muscles (I felt vindicated for all my episodes and times of extreme pain; the times I could not work, let alone even move. My husband said he always believed me, but to have a doctor confirm it and x-rays show it, made me feel justified somehow). And I see options ahead of me. This should have been dealt with years ago, but I put it off (not a big fan of doctors!). I usually only see a doctor for an issue – not a very good preventative maintenance person. (At least where my health is concerned). Through the pain, the way ahead seems clearer, somehow, like God wanted this to happen so I could just get on with it, and deal with it.
As I was in agony, I was able to pray. I was able to surrender to what may lie ahead for me. And I clung to my family. My husband held my hand and tried to make light of it. His concern and his love were obvious to me. And I felt loved, from my family and my friends who I knew and know are praying for me. My kids are kicking in and helping out with some things for my youngest son…driving him here and there in the falling snow; dropping off uniforms for CAP this weekend; dropping off my RXs, making us dinner…wow, I am blessed!
So I will give thanks…thanks that I have found a doctor in a new town. Thanks that I am getting some medical intervention that I need. Thankful my kids are close by and are wonderfully attentive. And thankful for some down time. Painful downtime, but I am still. Picking up, once again, some favorite books but most especially, “Our Thoughts Determine Our Lives,” by Elder Thaddeus. As the Chiropractor was helping me into the car last night (in snowy weather) he kept telling me to think positive thoughts, and to breathe. I wonder if he’s read Elder Thaddeus, too?