While there have been plenty of times I thought I should go to the ER, I have never actually been. Usually a call to my doctor at home results in a prescription and no need to leave the house. Until yesterday.
My husband was singing at both services at church, so he was gone. I was supposed to go up there for second service but that got derailed. I woke up in intense pain that I’d rate a 10 – and it only got worse after that. I was home alone. I had hydrocodone. I took it. Two hours later I took a Tramadol too. The pain was still getting more and more intense.
I called the doctor and he said that the pain meds was the best he could do, and if I needed something stronger I’d need to go to the ER. At this point I was shaking violently and could barely walk. I wracked my brain trying to think if anyone lived really truly close by. No. So I hobbled downstairs, leaving all the animals running free in the house, and got in the car.
I shouldn’t have been driving but you know what? I couldn’t wait any more. I ran stop signs and one red light Continue reading