(The title of this post is indeed in reference to Michael J. Fox’s new book, which I desperately want to read!)
So, this day is not going as I had planned. Not at all.
Yesterday, Brandon threw out his back. He has had back trouble in the past (a bulging disc) and almost had back surgery right after we got married. He was climbing in a corn crib and went to grab the next railing and felt a lot of pain in his lower back. When he came home last night, he could barely walk. My mom gave him a muscle relaxer and he went to bed. At 5am, he was awake, feeling a lot of pain, almost passing out/getting sick. He woke me up (scared me to death!) and after a few minutes, was back to sleep. I, however, wasn’t.
He slept until almost 10:30am. The muscle relaxer really knocked him out, but when he woke up, he was still in a lot of pain. I call my mom and we decide he should probably go to the ER and get it checked out, since he has had problems before.
So I gather Brayden, all of his stuff, Brandon, all of his stuff, and we head to drop off Brayden at my mom’s. We get Brandon checked in at the ER and only had to wait a few minutes. The dr. comes in and takes a look, and says muscle spasms, and they want to give him a couple shots to help with the pain.
My husband doesn’t do needles.
As soon as the dr. said the word “shot”, Brandon got all hot, sweaty, and the color drained from his face. I tried to keep his mind off of it, but the longer he sat there, the more upset he got. I finally had to go tell the nurse to sneak it in so he wouldn’t see it, or he would pass out for sure.
He gets the shots, and we have to wait 20-30 minutes so they can make sure he doesn’t have a reaction. He started to feel better but started getting woozy and talking non-stop. That was when I knew the medication was starting to work! After about 30 minutes, I sign the discharge papers, he gets dressed, and we slowly make our way to the car. We get to the lobby and Brandon starts turning a horrible green/gray color and says he thinks he is going to pass out. I grab the nearest trash can, sit it in front of him, then run back into the nurses station and tell them what is happening. Three of them rush to his side, get him into a wheelchair, and back to the room we go. They hook him up to a bunch of monitors, give him a cool washcloth for his face, and eventually, some ice chips. After about 20 more minutes, the color is back in his face and he is much, much better. I think it was the entire experience (although not traumatic for me- hello C-section!) that put him over the edge.
We spent the afternoon at my mom’s just because I wanted to be sure someone would be around if he got woozy again. Brandon is on bed rest for the remainder of the weekend and on some pain meds and muscle relaxers. He is saying a LOT of ridiculous things, so the meds must be working! I am just hoping his pain is relieved after the weekend. It is basically killing him to not be farming right now. The hardest part is keeping him sitting in the chair! Plus, with him being so woozy on meds, I just don’t want him passing out or anything. So…I basically have 2 babies to take care of this weekend! Luckily, we had no plans…and I am kind of hoping for rain.