My back pain has returned with a vengeance. Muscles spasms and shooting pains down my legs. I knew it was going to happen from yesterday. I recognised the signs. I just could not seem to stop it happening. Although attempting to scoop my little Winter Boy up at 5:30am while half asleep and having been kicked in the back a few times might not have helped at all.
This morning was very tough. I have a stinking cough and every single little cough, with me braced by laying on the sofa, leaning toward the floor and taking my weight onto my hands, legs bent to take the weight, had me screaming in pain.
I could not get the children ready for school and nursery. I could not take them to school and nursery. I could not control my visible pain and my Summer Girl was once again distraught at seeing me in pain. My husband had to call work to tell them he was not going in. He did the school run, some shopping, got me comfortable, made me lunch, picked up a prescription.
I succumbed to diazepam. I rarely take it, but conceded that even lying completely still was not going to work this time as I kept coughing. And a telephone conversation went like this ‘Dr, I am taking xyz, it is not working, I need diazepam’ ‘oh yes, absolutely, I agree under the circumstances you need some now’ and gave me quite a few!
It has helped a lot along with increased tramadol and diclofenac. But, I still can’t really do anything. Could not go to work, for my final day before annual leave. Could not go the Christmas Carole Service at Summer Girl’s school. Can’t tidy up the very messy house.
I also succumbed to asking Summer Girl’s School Liason Officer for help. She is going to find out if there are people in my area who can help with the school run on emergency days like today. I don’t live very close to her school and it won’t be easy for most of the parents to help us out, and those in my area have several children/work full time/have their own health issues so I can’t ask those. She is also going to talk to the Children’s Centre as thinks there might be better options for Winter Boy as under 5, and then Summer Girl can tack on to whatever help he gets. She also encouraged me to apply for DLA, which I have been reluctant to do. She reminded me it can be used for taxi’s to school when I can’t drive, to pay for after-school clubs when I can’t get to collect them and R is working, as well as to pay for a cleaner when I can’t clean, take-aways when I can’t cook, taxi’s for DH when I can’t drop him off as I normally do.
I really really do have to accept this is not going away don’t I?!