Could have been a bad deal
Monday, July 30, 2007
Jim fell yesterday morning while I was getting ready for church. He was getting up to get ready himself, when his leg went numb and he fell over the nightstand and hit the wall. I knew it was bad when I could hear him moaning. Oh my! Not again. You see this happens fairly frequently, but usually he gets a bruise and moves on. This did not happen. I finally was able to get him back to bed, but really wanted him to go on to the hospital to see if he had messed up anything. He hates hospitals because he has spent so much time in them and it is never the most pleasant thing. He kept telling me he just needed to rest his back and he needed some more time. He said he would be fine and I should go on to church. I was hacked! But I went on. I was leading one of the songs, but I would have stayed with him if he would have told me. I am learning not to argue. However, yesterday I should have argued.
When I got home, he wanted to go to the hospital and he was in excruciating pain. We had to call an ambulance to get him there, because he didn't think he could set up. They couldn't get him out of our bedroom because of the sharp angle in the hall. He had to get in his walker/chair and they pushed him to the gurney. Not fun. Anyway, we got to the hospital and they took x-rays. Nothing was broken, but he had sprained his back pretty badly. They gave him a shot of morphine and a muscle relaxer and then a few drug prescriptions later we finally were dismissed to go home.
Man, I hate this! It is hard to see him suffer. He will hopefully be willing to get out of bed sometime to get his muscles working again, but I don't know when that is going to happen. Who knows how many days he will need to miss work.
I could have used yesterday as an excuse to overeat and to eat very unhealthy. I didn't do that, which is a huge change for me in my thinking. When the bad, stressful stuff comes, eat at Chicken Express (everything fried or covered in gravy) and get that super large SWEET tea. Don't get me wrong. I thought about it, but I had already lost so much and I did not want to have to re-lose it. We came home and ate leftovers instead. I lost another lb. this morning. Of course, I lost down to 155 because I barely got in my 1200 calories, but I'll take it. At least my body knows the way down to that number again. It's kind of like I get to a number and then pop back up the next day, but then I eventually make my way back down to that weight. OK, enough already.
I'm down 2 lbs this week. Yes!