Monday, July 13, 2009
Fly Like An Eagle
I threw my back out yesterday. Getting out of bed. Some people have amazing injury stories. They were skydiving and landed wrong on their ankle. They were riding a mechanical bull and got thrown off. Well, I got out of bed. That's when everything went awry.
Being a natural girl, I hobbled to the medicine drawer and pulled out some quercetin. Bent over at the waist, I looked like someone searching for a dropped item. Only I was in this position for most of the morning. I laid on the heating pad long enough for it to leave marks, much like a cattle prod, on my back.
Just about the time the quercetin took effect, things took a turn for the worse. I'm sorry in advance for being graphic. As I attempted to stand up from peeing, I grabbed on to my knees for support and pulled myself up. I must have been a little too forceful. My kneecap nearly turned around backwards. So, there I was hunched over like a senior citizen, now dragging my injured leg behind me.
I suffered on and off for the entire day. Before bed, I decided to take a DolorEx (natural anti-inflammatory with quercetin). This is a wonderful medicine and acts like a natural Tylenol PM. Unfortunately, I'm mildly allergic to quercetin. The pain subsided, but was replaced with a "bad high". I was on facebook at the time. As the numbing, panic-ridden feeling hit me, I decided that my friend (whose picture I was looking at) must have had a boob job. AND her pictures were stupid. I concluded that I was a horrible mother and wife. My household decor (my latest obsession) really got on my nerves. I suddenly felt overwhelming exhaustion. I was afraid to go to bed because of my sleep apnea. It was a horrible feeling. I laid in bed with my dog and cried into his fur.
Now I know how autistic kids feel if they get something they're allergic to. Apparently, I'm much too sensitive to quercetin to take DolorEx without a medical chaperone. I've had a bad high before (don't judge me), and I was just waiting to hallucinate to eagles on the back of quarters (ahem...not that this has happened). I didn't see any eagles, but I was flying like one...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)








Sounds like an odd day all round then! I'm always doing my back in so sympathise with you on that that. I'm epileptic and have to be careful with pain killers and things.
ReplyDeleteWasn't sure if you knew my daughter is autistic? She's 9 and a half. You have a great blog here, some very informative blogs to read from your side bar.
See you on FB!
Kathryn Brown (CJ) xx
Thanks for playing along with Music Monday!
ReplyDeleteOh my, I cannot even imagine! I hope you are feeling 100% soon, no not soon, NOW! I hope this doesn't happen often.
Thanks! I'm feeling a bit better today. I'll be even BETTER when I can get into the chiropractor. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for all the nice comments you leave me on my Blog! you are a sweetie!--Dawn
ReplyDeleteHi Crystal,
ReplyDeleteSorry about your back! Back and neck pain are the worse! Chiropractors are my best friends at times like these. I used to go to one at least once a month before we moved here to Seattle and my back NEVER went out, but haven't been to one since the move (almost 5 YEARS ago) and my back and neck have been letting me know they are not too happy about it! I hope you get yours straightened out soon!
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I have been gluten free for over a year now -It took about 6 months of being gluten free before I saw changes but the changes were huge. I had horrible asthma and didn't have the strength to get out of bed most days (seriously, my family and I thought I was on my death bed and the doctors couldn't figure it out) Now I have zero asthma and hike up mountains like nobody's business.
I've heard wonderful, wonderful things about a gluten free diet and autism-I'm so happy to hear your son is doing so much better! I said a prayer for both of you! God bless you girl!
Take Care!
Robin~♥
Wow, what a day! Hope you're feeling better! Thanks for linking my blog on your sidebar ( :
ReplyDelete