Snow's falling and it's been falling all day. I'm home alone and have been for a few days now. My husband has been off on a trip skiing with some friends.
I was in the emergency room on Sunday. . Somehow my upper back muscles decided to spasm and I tried to relax and stretch them out, applying heat and ice, bathing in a hot Epson salt bath, all my usual go toos. By Sunday I had had no relief. The pain had become excruciating and Phil drove me to the hospital..
As anyone who has gone to the emergency room knows that is not something anyone wants to do. After assuming I was having a heart attack which a speedy EKG, I was allowed to tell them why I was there. Phew! " I'm just looking for a couple of litacaine injections in my shoulder blades, please." "Sorry, we can't do that in the emergency room. Here's some Vicodin. Call your doctor tomorrow and make an appointment for that." That was three hours after I checked in.
The Vicodin, of course did work and I slept until my appointment on Wednesday. Awesome.
I finally did get the injections and while I'm not pain free, I don't feel like I'm going to deliver a baby out of my shoulder blades.
But since this incident, one of my worst fibromyalgia episodes, I am now dealing with an overall flair up. The damp cold snow day has me on the couch and contemplating if I should watch a second movie today. Took my cymbalta, lyrica, and 1/2 Vicodin and am feeling pretty useless today. I have fabric on my dining room table cut out for curtains and well, it's just sitting there and making me more anxious every minute. I'm going to see if I can do something with them after dinner. I have been putting off any attempt at starting them all day.
It's actually pretty outside and I'm trying to think positively, tomorrow will be better, I don't have cancer, there are a lot of lovely birds at the bird feeder, but really I'm sinking here. I've been forced right now to let fibromyalgia take over my life and I'm not good at that.
