Put The Lime In The Coconut and Call Me in the Morning

First, allow me to thank those of you who expressed your concern about my “injury”.  It’s nice to know you’re there.  Thank you.

I was at the doctor’s office not long after I posted the news of my hiatus.  A very attractive resident from The Big City Hospital, not my usual physician, was in charge of my exam.  The exam consisted of lots of questions about work, associated aches and pains, and a little poking and prodding.  The poking and prodding part was quite uncomfortable because the pain would jump around, moving from the elbow, to the middle of the tricep, and up onto the shoulder.  I usually have a high tolerance for pain, but this had me gritting my teeth, hoping that the spasm would subside.  Better still, I would’ve like it to GO AWAY, but it was not to be.

 After consulting with a senior member of the practice, the very attrative resident informed me that I had an inflammed trapezius muscle.  This muscle group begins at the base of the neck, forks into two groups – one under the arm and the other over the shoulder and attaching to just above the elbow.  The pain is actually a spasm moving up and down this muscle group. 

Thanks for the anatomy lesson, Dr. Quinn.  Now make the pain go away. 

She gave me the good drugs to make the pain go away – a anti-inflamatory med and a muscle relaxant.  Both meds made me a little groggy, but it was the muscle relaxant that did the trick.  No buzz, but the pain had subsided.  Add in 20 minutes with the ice pack and it was all good. 

All of this reminded me that I need to take care of myself.  I am doing the best I can and this instance was out of my control but, as a single man living alone, it made me aware that I am afraid of getting sick and there’s no one there to take care of me.  I’m a big boy – I know when to call 911.  I know enough to take my meds as instructed.  I understand that bedrest is necessary.  I remember when My Love came to my aid and offered to nurse me back to health.  She said that she would be my private nurse if I needed to be hospitalized.  She obviously cared about my health, which I appreciated.  I know that I won’t be alone the rest of my life.  But it would be nice to know that someone would be there to take care of me.  Don’t we all want to be cared for?  I want to know there will be a cold compress on my forehead when I have a fever.  I want to wake up and find a glass of orange juice on the bookcase.  The one on the right side of the bed, not the left. 

Anywhooooo……I am able to type without too much discomfort, but I also don’t want to overdo it on the first day back.

I am also interviewing for a home nursing position….compassionate, gentile, and pocesses a killer recipe for chicken soup.  There will be no sponge baths or changing of bed clothes.  A positive attitude required.  All applicants can apply though this site by commenting on this post.

This entry was posted in Healing, Hospital, Kindness, Life, Me, Musings, My Love, Nurse, Pain, Ramblings, Single, Thoughts, Women, Writing. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Put The Lime In The Coconut and Call Me in the Morning

  1. Marge says:

    up are too funny!
    thanks for the laugh!
    glad you are feeling a bit better

    • megawfa79 says:

      I’m glad I made you laugh. Making people laugh is something I try to do often. I can be a smartaleck sometimes.

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