Hey y'all
Hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving and that you got to spend time with family and friends.
We had a wonderful meal with Nancy's family and then I spent the rest of the weekend lying flat on my back.
Just as we were leaving to go to dinner, I twisted my lower back. Did not feel like anything serious at first, but slowly it tightened up.
Iced it the first 48 and then used heat the rest of the weekend along with my TENS unit got me to the point where I could get to work today and visit my Chiropractor.
Still real sore and I know it will mean I will probably stand up for most of Music On The Couch this evening.
The weather is not helping as it has been chilly and rainy for the past 5 days...sun is supposed to shine tomorrow...but still chilly.
Hope you are all well and I will write more tomorrow.
Showing posts with label Bad Back. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Back. Show all posts
Well, my first day back at the office was kinda rough to be honest. These oral steroids and the anti-inflammatory meds are kicking my a**. Thankfully, I am done with them now.
I just feel as if I am outside my body at all times. My appetite is non-existent - I sit to eat and find I don't really want anything. It might be because my taste-buds seem to be all out of whack also.
I did get through most of the day, leaving around 3:30 and heading home where I napped for a couple of hours before doing the show.
Hopefully, I will begin to feel better today as I am not taking those meds any longer.
I just feel as if I am outside my body at all times. My appetite is non-existent - I sit to eat and find I don't really want anything. It might be because my taste-buds seem to be all out of whack also.
I did get through most of the day, leaving around 3:30 and heading home where I napped for a couple of hours before doing the show.
Hopefully, I will begin to feel better today as I am not taking those meds any longer.
Working on rating my players for Fantasy Football. My main league drafts on Labor Day, but I have already had a draft in one of the other fun leagues I am in and another draft is scheduled for the third league soon.
Three leagues may be too much, as I am finding in baseball. But the fun leagues I just go along with, while the main league gets most of my attention.
Three leagues may be too much, as I am finding in baseball. But the fun leagues I just go along with, while the main league gets most of my attention.
I am getting a ton of spam comments every day. Fortunately they are all on older posts and I have it set that I must moderate comments on posts more than 5 days old. I don't really read the comments before deleting but they seem to have a ton to do with Carrie Prejean or sexual stimulation - or maybe that is one subject!
Any of you experiencing this barrage of spam lately?
Any of you experiencing this barrage of spam lately?
Lays Sour Cream and Onion chips are the best....
Hope y'all had a great weekend. Time with Mom Joan and Dad Vince was great, though it didn't turn out as planned...actually...nothing went as planned after Wednesday...
HIT PLAY
That's right, somewhere along the line Rod Serling stepped between me and the world and uttered the following:
"Imagine if you will, one Vinny Marini. A common man who has been nervous about a dentist appointment all day.
Yet it is not the dentist appointment he is just leaving that should have him worried...it is something that will change his next 24 hours. Because you see, our reluctant subject has just crossed over, from a nitrous buzz and straight into...The...Twilight...Zone..."
I come walking out of he dentist office and into my car. A simple ride home and I lay down on the couch. The appointment had actually gone well. He did two caps, on on the top left the other on the bottom left. It took a few attempts for him to get the nitrous set right, beginning at a 50% mix..."HA" - I chided him - "If you think 50% is going to work, you are mistaken kind sir." We finally got it set to 71% and all worked well and his methods are really quite good.
There were a few times when I tensed up and that might have contributed to...
Well, we are getting ahead of ourselves now...
"Imagine if you will, one Vinny Marini. A common man who has been nervous about a dentist appointment all day.
Yet it is not the dentist appointment he is just leaving that should have him worried...it is something that will change his next 24 hours. Because you see, our reluctant subject has just crossed over, from a nitrous buzz and straight into...The...Twilight...Zone..."
I come walking out of he dentist office and into my car. A simple ride home and I lay down on the couch. The appointment had actually gone well. He did two caps, on on the top left the other on the bottom left. It took a few attempts for him to get the nitrous set right, beginning at a 50% mix..."HA" - I chided him - "If you think 50% is going to work, you are mistaken kind sir." We finally got it set to 71% and all worked well and his methods are really quite good.
There were a few times when I tensed up and that might have contributed to...
Well, we are getting ahead of ourselves now...
I put on the television, my mouth is a little sore, but nothing like I had imagined.
As the night glides on, I even eat a sandwich and continue to put things away in preparation for mom and dad's arrival on Thursday.
Finally, I head upstairs around 11:00pm and put out towels for them. I then grab the canister of hairspray and bend over to put it in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom upstairs.
Recorded on Sept. 11, 1977, for Crosby's "Merrie Olde Christmas" TV special. A month later, Crosby was dead of a heart attack. The special was broadcast on CBS about a month after his death.
A Great collaboration...
As the night glides on, I even eat a sandwich and continue to put things away in preparation for mom and dad's arrival on Thursday.
Finally, I head upstairs around 11:00pm and put out towels for them. I then grab the canister of hairspray and bend over to put it in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom upstairs.
AND THEN IT HAPPENS
HIT PLAY
HIT PLAY
A lightening bolt flashes in my eyes, I hear a 'snap', my legs go out from under me an I am on the floor.
MUSCLE SPASM!!!!
And a bad one. I am lying on my side, back arched backward, hand on my lower back, just trying to massage it away...but I knew from past experiences all I needed to do was get up on the bed and let it settle and then I will be able to get up and get some pain meds and a back wrap.
I drag myself to my bed and find my way under the covers. Back hurts, but this has happened before, it will be better soon.
And I fall off to sleep...until I wake at around midnight and my bladder is calling. I roll onto my side and begin to drift off the edge when BAM! Lightening, Electrical Impulses and I am in huge pain.
I try again and again over the next 15 minutes and there is just no way I am getting up. So, using a mug I take with me to bed that contains juice, I improvise and then fall back to sleep.
Only to find myself awake again at about 4:00am and I am in pain and the bladder is calling again...WTF!?!?!?!?!
Over the next half-hour I try every configuration possible to get offf the bed and then finally just 'pushed' myself off onto the floor, breaking my fall but putting me into a 15 minute spasm.
I drag myself toward the bathroom figuring I can lift myself on the door jam and counter top from the sink...
NOPE...not going to happen and the trash cannister became another make-shift latrine...
HEY..YOU GUYS ENJOYING THE MINUTIA??????? LOL
So, now I am finally comfortable, on the carpet in my bedroom, gazing at my bed and knowing that I am not getting up there again at this point.
I crawl over to the bed and grab the comforter and slowly drag it off onto the floor. Luckily, one of my pillows also came along for the ride. I lay there with the comforter wrapped around me and I drift off to sleep again.
My cell phone? Where is it? It is somewhere around 7:00am (I am guessing since I can not see a clock - but the light outside the window looks about 7:00am.
OH, you know what that means ... right?
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP - BEEP BEEP-BEEP - BEEP-BEEP BEEP - BEEP-BEEP-BEEP - BEEP-BEEP-BEEP - BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
My alarm clock! And for the next hour, I got to listen to the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP...
Nancy is 4 hours south on a business trip. Mom and dad are 6 hours away outside Atlanta.
Throughout the day, I try and get myself up, only to be interrupted by another spasm. Never has the back been in this shape. I call over to the Chiropractor and he asks if I can get ice on it --- um no, the ice is downstairs.
Man I could use something to drink. My lips are parched - I bet they are covered in white junk. My mouth has three layers of gunk in it...The only thing I might be able to crawl over to and drink from is my mug...but - um...nope, I am not that delirious that I would stoop to that.
Nancy is calling whenever she can and is trying to find Ernie and see if he can get over. Mom and dad are calling.
I send an email or two from my 'crackberry' as SONGBIRD from "The Ice Box" calls them, so I had friends checking in during the day.
At about 3:30 or so, Ernie showed up and got me something to drink and sat and kept me company. Mom and dad arrived some 45 minutes later and dad and Ernie tried to get me up and I went into spasms again and went to the floor in some of the worst pain I had had up until that point.
Then I hit 911 and for only the third time in my life (the last two in Memphis, the first when I had an appendectomy attack in college), I was picked up by an ambulence.
The two guys came in and cradled me under the legs and forearms and hoisted. It hurt, but no spasm. Then one grabbed me from behind and the other lifted my legs and they carried me down the stairs and onto the gurney. The one Fireman/EMT asked how bad my pain was and then administered his B.S. Meter (Took my blood pressure) and confirmed I was in pain as my BP was 180/112 or something like that!
As they are taking me out, one of the guys says "Wow, someone is into photography." and then while in the ambulance he begins quizzing me on my vinyl. I guess in their job they must be very observant.
They called in and the doctor said not to administer any drugs. I went right into a treatment area and the nurse was there asking questions. Mom and dad had followed in their car and also arrived.
Within 45 minutes, I had a doctor checking me out and then explained they were going to give me a cocktail of muscle relaxer, pain killer and steroid and then give me prescriptions for each in pill form for the next 5 days.
Nancy showed up and that also helped my situation. About 45 minutes after the 'cocktail' I was feeling much better - besides the pain killer that is!! - The muscle was loosening and the spasms had stopped, so we headed home.
Mom and dad decided to take a hotel room as they can not sleep on the pull-out I normally use when they come. Of course, I could not use it at that point.
Friday, I actually got to work for about 5 hours and then came home. Mom, dad and I went and ate pizza at the only place I have found that makes an almost NY pizza...
Saturday I picked them up at the hotel and we went to Nancy's and had pasta and my gravy. Mom had brought me some Fusilli from Florida, as you can not get that style here in Memphis, and it is one of my favorites. They make it in a short and long variety...my fav is the long thinner cut.
I drag myself to my bed and find my way under the covers. Back hurts, but this has happened before, it will be better soon.
And I fall off to sleep...until I wake at around midnight and my bladder is calling. I roll onto my side and begin to drift off the edge when BAM! Lightening, Electrical Impulses and I am in huge pain.
I try again and again over the next 15 minutes and there is just no way I am getting up. So, using a mug I take with me to bed that contains juice, I improvise and then fall back to sleep.
Only to find myself awake again at about 4:00am and I am in pain and the bladder is calling again...WTF!?!?!?!?!
Over the next half-hour I try every configuration possible to get offf the bed and then finally just 'pushed' myself off onto the floor, breaking my fall but putting me into a 15 minute spasm.
I drag myself toward the bathroom figuring I can lift myself on the door jam and counter top from the sink...
NOPE...not going to happen and the trash cannister became another make-shift latrine...
HEY..YOU GUYS ENJOYING THE MINUTIA??????? LOL
So, now I am finally comfortable, on the carpet in my bedroom, gazing at my bed and knowing that I am not getting up there again at this point.
I crawl over to the bed and grab the comforter and slowly drag it off onto the floor. Luckily, one of my pillows also came along for the ride. I lay there with the comforter wrapped around me and I drift off to sleep again.
My cell phone? Where is it? It is somewhere around 7:00am (I am guessing since I can not see a clock - but the light outside the window looks about 7:00am.
OH, you know what that means ... right?
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP - BEEP BEEP-BEEP - BEEP-BEEP BEEP - BEEP-BEEP-BEEP - BEEP-BEEP-BEEP - BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
My alarm clock! And for the next hour, I got to listen to the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP...
Nancy is 4 hours south on a business trip. Mom and dad are 6 hours away outside Atlanta.
Throughout the day, I try and get myself up, only to be interrupted by another spasm. Never has the back been in this shape. I call over to the Chiropractor and he asks if I can get ice on it --- um no, the ice is downstairs.
Man I could use something to drink. My lips are parched - I bet they are covered in white junk. My mouth has three layers of gunk in it...The only thing I might be able to crawl over to and drink from is my mug...but - um...nope, I am not that delirious that I would stoop to that.
Nancy is calling whenever she can and is trying to find Ernie and see if he can get over. Mom and dad are calling.
I send an email or two from my 'crackberry' as SONGBIRD from "The Ice Box" calls them, so I had friends checking in during the day.
At about 3:30 or so, Ernie showed up and got me something to drink and sat and kept me company. Mom and dad arrived some 45 minutes later and dad and Ernie tried to get me up and I went into spasms again and went to the floor in some of the worst pain I had had up until that point.
Then I hit 911 and for only the third time in my life (the last two in Memphis, the first when I had an appendectomy attack in college), I was picked up by an ambulence.
The two guys came in and cradled me under the legs and forearms and hoisted. It hurt, but no spasm. Then one grabbed me from behind and the other lifted my legs and they carried me down the stairs and onto the gurney. The one Fireman/EMT asked how bad my pain was and then administered his B.S. Meter (Took my blood pressure) and confirmed I was in pain as my BP was 180/112 or something like that!
As they are taking me out, one of the guys says "Wow, someone is into photography." and then while in the ambulance he begins quizzing me on my vinyl. I guess in their job they must be very observant.
They called in and the doctor said not to administer any drugs. I went right into a treatment area and the nurse was there asking questions. Mom and dad had followed in their car and also arrived.
Within 45 minutes, I had a doctor checking me out and then explained they were going to give me a cocktail of muscle relaxer, pain killer and steroid and then give me prescriptions for each in pill form for the next 5 days.
Nancy showed up and that also helped my situation. About 45 minutes after the 'cocktail' I was feeling much better - besides the pain killer that is!! - The muscle was loosening and the spasms had stopped, so we headed home.
Mom and dad decided to take a hotel room as they can not sleep on the pull-out I normally use when they come. Of course, I could not use it at that point.
Friday, I actually got to work for about 5 hours and then came home. Mom, dad and I went and ate pizza at the only place I have found that makes an almost NY pizza...
Saturday I picked them up at the hotel and we went to Nancy's and had pasta and my gravy. Mom had brought me some Fusilli from Florida, as you can not get that style here in Memphis, and it is one of my favorites. They make it in a short and long variety...my fav is the long thinner cut.
We had a real nice visit and Ernie and Peter presented dad with an Ole Miss Football shirt they had. It might not fit dad, but the gesture was really cool.
So, as a recap...I spent about 12.5 hours on the floor of my bedroom unable to move with back spasms and the funny thing is...it did not seem like it was that long. I slept as much as i laid there awake. The pain forcing me to drift off.
I owe Ernie a huge debt of gratitude. It was not easy for him to come into the apartment and see me there on the floor...OH, plus Nancy and I had a mis-communication and she thought I was naked (as I sleep), but I had gotten a pair of shorts on that were in the pile to be washed, so he also thought he was coming up to be frightened beyond anything that could ever traumatize him the rest of his life!
THANK YOU ERNIE...
To Mom Joan and Dad Vince, thank you for all you guys did while you were here. It was not the visit we planned, but the point was getting to see you both for the holiday.
LOVE YOU BOTH
To Nancy, who was a rock on the phone and tried to rearrange things to come home early. She came right to the hospital and then made sure I was totally settled when I arrived back at the apartment from the hospital. You were great getting the dinner together on Saturday and making sure Mom and dad felt at home...which they did!
YOU MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE - LOVE YOU
So, as a recap...I spent about 12.5 hours on the floor of my bedroom unable to move with back spasms and the funny thing is...it did not seem like it was that long. I slept as much as i laid there awake. The pain forcing me to drift off.
I owe Ernie a huge debt of gratitude. It was not easy for him to come into the apartment and see me there on the floor...OH, plus Nancy and I had a mis-communication and she thought I was naked (as I sleep), but I had gotten a pair of shorts on that were in the pile to be washed, so he also thought he was coming up to be frightened beyond anything that could ever traumatize him the rest of his life!
THANK YOU ERNIE...
To Mom Joan and Dad Vince, thank you for all you guys did while you were here. It was not the visit we planned, but the point was getting to see you both for the holiday.
LOVE YOU BOTH
To Nancy, who was a rock on the phone and tried to rearrange things to come home early. She came right to the hospital and then made sure I was totally settled when I arrived back at the apartment from the hospital. You were great getting the dinner together on Saturday and making sure Mom and dad felt at home...which they did!
YOU MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE - LOVE YOU
The back is still pretty stiff and the steroids are giving me weird dreams and interrupting my sleep. Each day I cut down 1 one on them, and am complete in 2 more days.
I will then try and get in to see my Chiropractor for an adjustment.
Hey Rod...ready to wrap this up?
I will then try and get in to see my Chiropractor for an adjustment.
Hey Rod...ready to wrap this up?
HIT PLAY
"One man confronting the unknown. Relegated to a prone position on the carpet in his bedroom. Within each of us, we have a response to this situation. Mr. Vinny Marini took the position to hold tight and await rescue he knew. Another might have made the emergency call earlier.
The way each and every one of us reactions is almost certainly changed when that decision has to be made in The...Twilight...Zone."
The way each and every one of us reactions is almost certainly changed when that decision has to be made in The...Twilight...Zone."
Recorded on Sept. 11, 1977, for Crosby's "Merrie Olde Christmas" TV special. A month later, Crosby was dead of a heart attack. The special was broadcast on CBS about a month after his death.
A Great collaboration...
Back from Minnesota, but I threw my lower back out and pinched a nerve...
Do not have the energy to do a post.. so I will leave you with a video and see you all tomorrow.
