Yesterday I did my major house-clean for the week, washing clothes, mopping floors etc etc. This morning I stripped the linen on my bed to wash as well…stuck it in the washing machine, and then toddled down to our Sunday Market for a bit of a gander at the trash and treasure.
Bought a whole lot of trash, then bending over to check out some handbags, I felt my back go…as in, I felt my favourite fucking disc in all the world slip out between those fucking vertebrae and the tears came to my eyes with the pain. :eek:
Now, for those of you who have experienced the shock of a slipped/prolapsed/dislocated or whatever you wanna call it, disc, you know the horror.
I’m OK upright, and I’m OK sitting, it’s just the bits in between that kill. And the worst part is, I stripped my bed this morning, and NOW I have to go put the new sheets, doona cover and pillow cases on before I can get horizontal again.
Panadeine Forte (courtesy of my daughter with leftovers from her caesar birth many months ago) with liberal dashings of grappa are doing the trick. I’ve muddled thru the fitted sheet and the pillow cases, another swig of the red stuff might see me try to get the doona into its case too…maybe.
I’m about five years downstream from having three vertebra fused; i have to wait until my cleaning lady comes over; she strips my bed and puts clean sheets on. I know where the OP is coming from.
Seriously, you have my sympathy. I once had a mere sprained back bad enough that I told my wife if I hadn’t been sure the pain would lessen in a few days, I’d kill myself. I can’t imagine a slipped disc. :eek:
And to think once upon a time people didn’t have any painkillers. :eek::eek:
Goddamn, life can suck.
Just about to tackle the doona cover…I HATE sleeping rough, so it will need a gargantuan effort but one well attempted. Lumpy, it WAS the handbag that did it. Unfortunately, I had stripped the sheets earlier, so they needed replacing AFTER the attempt to bend over to look at a handbag that had caught my fancy. It wasn’t so attractive after the screaming pain that ensued, so the handbag remained unsold.
The bed remains essentially unmade because of the handbag debacle.
I believe my husband has a couple of slipped/prolapsed disks in his lower back. He’s fashioned a staff of sorts from an old wooden drapery rod to brace himself whenever he gets up from a sitting/lying position. It takes him awhile to do either because all his muscles seize in that general area. It’s painful not only watching him, but also listening to him.
And no, he refuses to go to the ortho because he doesn’t want to add to our deductible :headdesk:
For just one night you could probably get away with just laying the doona over the cover and deal with getting it properly inside when you’re feeling a bit more perky. Hope you’re feeling better soon - sympathy sent… blew my knee a couple of months ago and trying to crawl around on my bed to tuck in the far corners of a fitted sheet is an adventure, though it’s getting easier now.
The SO had a random back attack last night while sitting on the couch. She was in tears. She wanted me to do something. Like what? I told her the best thing to do was probably just sit there till it went away. Fortunately it did. I couldn’t see how moving or me helping her move was likely to do anything other than making it worse.
Sleeping on the living room floor is always an option. I find Tequila helps speed along the process.
I had a minor dose of that during the power outage after Sandy. I was hauling heavy stuff (firewood, water, etc.) around and did something to my back. Hurt like sin for two weeks. But went away. Your’s sounds worse.
You fucking dumbass! Why would you throw your back out? What’s wrong with you? Next time, put the clean sheets on BEFORE you hurt yourself! Ya dang moron! :mad:
Laying on the floor of my living room, unable to move. Considering it an accomplishment that I was finally able to get my torso onto the couch and gathering strength to get the rest of me there.
Hours and hours of fun.
So you have my deepest sympathies. Sending good will toward you and your r back, hoping things improve.
You had the hospital crew. Rampart? hospital. You had the EMS team. And I think a firefighting team. And perhaps a cops team.
Anyhow the EMS folks get a call. Some poor guy is stranded on his waterbed (back in those days waterbeds were kinky baby) with a very bad back. The wife is there and pissed as shit about something hubby did (cheating probably).
So, the EMS team is scared to move him. Trying to figure out what to do.
Then, madder than hell wife starts stabbing the waterbed with a big ole knife :eek:
