After I write this blog entry, I’m going to take a prescription-strength muscle relaxer, lay down, and see what happens.
No, this is not a fun game. Rather, something happened today that I’ve never experienced before. It was painful, frightening, and enlightening.
I woke up this morning feeling like I had slept wrong on my neck. It was a bit stiff, but not a big deal. I worked for a few hours and then jumped in the shower, as I had a vet appointment for Biddy at 10:15.
When I stepped out of the shower, I lifted my right arm to pull my towel over my head. As I did, a sharp pain shot through the left side of my neck. It went away after a moment, and I tried to massage it.
But it came back, more intense this time. Then again and again. It wouldn’t stop, and even the slightest movement set it off. I quickly popped a few Motrin, grabbed my phone, pulled on a pair of boxers, and called a friend to see if she could help. I then lay back on my bed…and found that I couldn’t move.
Out of respect for those who are paralyzed and truly cannot move, I should clarify: I could move. But it was incredibly painful to do so. And really, to a certain extent, when the muscle spasms happened, my muscles did not work properly. In truth, I could barely move. My only free appendages were my hands and lower arms.
I lay there in the exact same position for some of the longest 3 hours of my life.
It’s a weird sensation, to not be able to move. I had so many things I wanted to do, but I couldn’t do them, even simple things. My AC was on, and my feet got really cold (remember, I was only able to put on boxers before I completely locked up). It was a huge relieve when my friend, Katy, showed up and draped a blanket over me. By that point I was really shivering, which wasn’t helping the spasms.
My hope was that my body would eventually relax enough so the spasms would go away. That never happened. But as the hours passed, I realized that I would need to move at some point. I needed to go to the bathroom, and I needed to drink water and hopefully eat. Not doing those things would have worse consequences later.
So with Katy’s help (I’m incredibly fortunate that Katy was such a good friend to help out. I don’t know what I would have done without her), I was able to stand up and shuffle around like an old man for a while. I peed for about 20 minutes, was able to take a few more Motrin, and the managed to find a suitable position to eat lunch. Soon after I had the good news from my doctor that he had called in a prescription for muscle relaxers.
The spasms decreased significantly in the afternoon, so I’ve avoided taking the relaxers until now. I’ve never taken them, and I don’t like the idea of losing muscular function. (I’m not going to pee the bed, am I?) We’ll see what happens.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? How did it make you feel?