Well, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve had a spasm significant enough to pull my muscles and send me to tears in minutes. Wowza! This time, I had my cocktail ready. After enough of the meds had kicked in and I was somewhat able to move again…somewhat being a very subjective term there, I moved to my desk where I could play some music.
Joplin and Hendrix were my choices. I grew a better understanding of life in the 60s and early 70s. The music was quite good.
But, I get ahead of myself. I wasn’t feeling well all morning. However, this morning was different. I have season tickets to a local playhouse, of which, I only have made one play this year. Today was the final performance of the final play of the season. Needless to say, I really wanted to go. So, I ditched church and rested and tried to nurse my issues to try and make it to the mid-afternoon showing of the play.
My wife came home from church and we had lunch before leaving for the play. Things started to go bad, quickly. I finished eating quickly. My wife decided to meet her mother at the play. Her mother is a season ticket holder, also, and she attends regularly with a group of friends.
She left for the play. I went to bed and took part of the cocktail because of the rapid progression of symptoms. I was not resting long when the first spasm struck my neck. It was quite a surprise. I relaxed and snuggled my pillows, laying on my right side.
I seemed to have drifted off because I had this feeling I was a left-handed hard-ball pitcher standing on the mound. I wound up and …. WHAM! spasm #2 hit. This one pulled my muscles in my shoulder carriage and arm so much that my daughter had to get me a bag of ice to stop the swelling.
It is then, that I decided it was time to complete the triad and take the third and final pill of my cocktail. I took the Lortab, which I reserve for last. Lortab does nothing for the symptoms. Thus, I only take it when I cannot tolerate the pain. This was the time.
Ms. Baclofen, Sir Zanaflex, Mlle Lortab and I sat down and enjoyed a relaxing A&W rootbeer over ice and some tunes from the 60s and 70s.
Life is good. Now, to heal the recent injuries.
Jay C. “Jazzy_J” Theriot