Pain in the...

So much has happened in the last week or so and I am exhausted.

Michael had a severe muscle spasm in his back while we were in DFW (Dallas-Fort Worth) last weekend visiting friends. His doctor prescribed him a muscle relaxer but it didn't help for long so we ended up in the ER late Wednesday night. The doctor gave him a couple shots of something, a prescription for Vicodin and sent him home. He was concerned about taking it so he only took one plus he had to work. Driving and Vicodin...not a good combination.

He was supposed to go to North Carolina for four days for a business trip so he took Friday off so we could take the kids to the zoo and then have a date night. It was a fun day and promised to be an equally fun evening. We went to Tommy Bahamas restaurant in Market Street. We've lived here over two years and have never been there. It was fabulous!! As well it should have been. Tommy thinks as highly of his food as he does his clothing. ;) We also planned to see Baby Mama.

I was looking forward to savoring my meal and talking to my dear husband without breaking up fights or playing 20 questions. Instead, I had to inhale my maple brined grilled pork tenderloin with dried cherry merlot chutney, sweet potatoes and grilled fresh asparagus because my dear husband was getting worse by the minute and squirming in his chair. So much for romance!

He took two of his pain pills when we got home and proceeded to wait for it to kick in. Mind you, he had already taken his muscle relaxer and Advil within the last two hours. When 90 minutes went by and he was still writhing in pain he decided to try out our neighbor's inversion table. It's a piece of equipment where you strap your feet in and hang upside down to stretch out your back. That offered no relief so his doctor said to get to the hospital, that he needed to have an MRI done.

A kind doctor passing by heard him cry out in pain, took pity, and got him a different pain med. This brought his pain level from a 10 to a 5. I teased him that he now had some idea of how painful childbirth is. By 12:30 in the morning, he was admitted to observation. I got home at 1:30 and couldn't get to sleep until 3:30...because I hate to be alone and because the cat wanted to play. The next night...morning...wasn't much better. That furball is down to eight lives.

All the tests were normal and he was able to come home yesterday late afternoon. His doctor said it must be muscular. I'm glad it's nothing requiring surgery but it's frustrating to not have answers for debilitating pain. We're going to consult a chiropractor.

Today has been hard for him because the pain is not gone. And now he has a fever. He just wants to be waited on hand and foot. They go to such extremes to get our attention, don't they?!