Yesterday morning, Hubby took his motorcycle to the gym to get an early, light work out. As he stood up from a crouched position, his back seized up. He hobbled to medical, where they shot him with morphine and gave him some pain pills. When I came to pick him up from medical, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I've never seen him in that much pain... I've never seen anyone in that much pain. He managed to walk, hunched over, to the truck, and I brought him home. He promptly laid on the floor and stayed there all day.
Around dinner, he decided the pain pills he was prescribed were not strong enough because he could no longer move anything. He tried rolling over on his side, and even just moving his legs, and couldn't. We decided that the only way he was moving was on a stretcher, which meant he needed to go to the ER. It was a spectacle when an ambulance and fire truck showed up! Fortunately, our boys were already asleep, but the neighborhood kids were all about it. They loaded him into the ambulance and took him to the naval hospital.
He came home very late that night and has been in bed since. He can barely make it to the bathroom. I've been giving him food, water, and his pills, but there's nothing else I can do for him. Our future in subs is a big question mark. His MRI is scheduled for several weeks from now, but what is he supposed to do in the meantime? It's been five months now that he has had back pain, with each visit to the ER being worse and worse.
Anyway, so that's what's up with us. He's in bed 24/7 and I'm his candy striper.
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When it comes to pain, nothing is worse than being thrown pain pills without a clue as to what is going on. I hope relief is on the way.
Oh my gosh, this sounds awful. Just awful. Why does he have to wait so long for an MRI? That doesn't make sense to me. I'm so sorry!
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