In case you missed it, here’s Part One. Crazy because this whole thing happened almost exactly five years ago – it was all around Labor Day 2006. My plan was to do one post for the story, but based on it’s length I’m breaking it down into three! Here goes Part Two…
The pain was so bad that I was completely debilitated and literally couldn’t even stand or sit up. The only way I was comfortable (and I use that term generously because it still wasn’t that comfortable) was lying on my stomach on the floor – the bed was too soft. My parents came that day coincidentally because they were moving and were giving me a few couches from our old house, and they were also taken aback at my situation, but probably didn’t realize quite how bad it was.
We ended up going to the ER, and I recall lying down on the floor in the hospital waiting room because sitting down hurt so bad. I was taken in and given an MRI and I remember crying the entire time because I was in so much pain from lying down on my back. They found a pretty bad disc herniation in my back, but released me from the hospital with prescriptions for two narcotic painkillers and a muscle relaxer, as well as a follow up appointment at a DO, a doctor of osteology.
The amount of pills they had me on was insane. I was literally taking 2 Oxycotin a day (the only long lasting narcotic painkiller there is), plus 2 Percocet every 4 hours, and 3 flexeril (a muscle relaxer) each day. After that long weekend, I went to the DO as prescribed and was put on a 7 day pack of steroids on top of all the other meds.
That week and a half was a complete blur.
I literally laid on the floor in my room for ten days, only moving to hobble to the bathroom when completely necessary. My dad had repositioned my computer from my desk to the floor, so I just surfed the internet all day long. My roommate would come home each day and see me, still on the floor, feeling terrible. I was in such a desperate situation, but I didn’t know what else to do. The painkillers were making me extremely constipated (TMI, I know) and they weren’t even killing the pain – I still could not sit or stand without extreme discomfort. And I’m talking 12 on a scale of 1-10.
When I went back to the DO the next week, I remember calling a cab and crying the whole way down the two flights of stairs because walking was taking the pain to a new level. The doctor was appalled at my condition and couldn’t believe that I was still unable to stand or walk without extreme pain. He sent me directly from his office to the hospital, where another MRI confirmed that my disc herniation was in the 95th percentile.
Talk about a blur. They had me on a morphine drip for the pain, which again wasn’t doing much to help anything, and I would be watching the clock to ask for more every 2 hours when it was allowed. I didn’t sleep a wink that night, and the physician’s assistant came in at 7am the next morning and said the words.
“You need back surgery. Today.”
To be continued…