This will be a long post, so I'm offering a "choose your own adventure" option. If you like long, descriptive reading, choose Section A, Section B, Section C, and Section D. If you're more of a "cut to the chase" kind of reader, Section A, Section, C and Section E will be all you need (and I hope reading to this point hasn't been too taxing).
Section A:Last Tuesday, I went to the chiropractor to get an adjustment because I was standing kinda crooked after I tweaked my back COUGHING (my lower back is a sissy).
Section B:After the adjustment, I went back to work, sat in on a meeting, and headed home to ice my lower back because I was told that I might be a bit sore from the adjustment. I had to head back to work for a special event so I got up, brushed my teeth, refreshed my makeup, and headed out the door.
I started down our porch stairs and as I stepped off the last stair, INTENSE pain shot up and down my back and into my legs and I slowly sank to the ground-I couldn't stand up. I was suddenly hot and sweating, everything was dim, and as I was telling Mr. F what I needed him to do, I heard myself talking and I sounded so far away. Mr F. got me up on my feet and started inching me back up the stairs and into the house. I started to feel a little bit better, so, because I'm a friggin idiot, I told him I would be fine and asked him to help me get to the car so I could get to work, which he did, because I'm also stubborn and super difficult.
When I got into the car seat, I had my first muscle spasm in my lower back.
Hell. on. earth.
My entire lower back basically seized for about ten seconds and I yelled (only one cuss word) through the entire thing because the pain was so intense. I immediately called my office and let them know that I wasn't going to make it in and we began the process of getting me back inside.
The spasms (and the now cuss-word-free, begging-Jesus-for-relief yelling) kept coming every two or three minutes and they were absolutely awful. I felt so bad for Mr. F. He was so helpful but I knew it was hard to see me in so much pain. He asked me to please try to scream into a pillow because he was worried that someone was going to call the cops (and I wasn't quite "appropriately dressed" for visitors because I was so hot and uncomfortable). We put an ice pack and a bag of frozen corn on my lower back and slowed the spasms down a bit. We called friends and family and asked them to pray. And after about an hour, four ibuprofen, and guzzling a glass of adult grape juice, the spasms stopped and my body partially relaxed. My lower back was tight all night, making it hard to sleep, but I went back to the chiropractor the next day to have ultrasound therapy (supposed to be good for inflammation) and lay on pelvic blocks so that my own body weight could initiate any adjustments that needed to be made.
Section C:Long story short, my body didn't take to the adjustment very well. It apparently kind of liked the way it was and tried to go back, pinching a nerve in the process.
And after all of that, I can't express how thankful I am.
That my husband was there when it happened and able to take care of me the next day.
That he's down with the "for better for worse" "sickness and health" deal.
For a boss that told me to stay home.
For an adjustment of another sort. A forced pause that allows for rest and spending quality time with the Lord.
For a coworker who brought me a brownie and a get well card from the office.
For coworkers who were willing to step in and help with my responsibilities while I'm away.
For friends and family who prayed for relief. For healing. For peace.
That God created our bodies with the ability to endure pain and with the capacity to heal and recover.
That Jesus is merciful. Gentle. And willing and able to heal.
For friends that brought beautiful flowers.
For friends that brought dinner. Or lunch. Comfort in the form of soup or banana bread.
For my parents and my sister in law, who called to check on me every day.
For my husband in general. Ya'll -he's above and beyond what I could have ever imagined for myself.