The holiday season had just finished. I had a nice, long break. However, on Christmas evening, things took an unexpected turn. Christmas day went really well. My mom was up for a visit, my kid Ethan (who is 5) had his fill of new toys, puzzles, games and the like. Santa was kind to him despite his mischievous streak. We had a special Christmas brunch with bacon, french toast, eggs, coffee and juice. Afterward, Ethan and I went outside and continued working on our fort – a bushcraft shelter we’ve been assembling with a wooden pallet, logs, sticks, and limbs. As the sun started to set, I began grilling steaks for everyone. The temperature outside was probably mid 30’s, but I was warm enough since Ethan and I had made a nice fire in our firepit. We placed the grill close to it, creating a nice sandwich of fiery warmth. I wrapped up the steaks, took them in to rest, went back out to clean the grill, and took a drink while the heat did its job on the grate.
Soon after, the muscles around the base of my skull started seizing. I thought it would be something that would pass, but they continued to tighten all through dinner. I sensed the pain was muscular, so I tried to address the problem with heat, then cold, then heat, then cold again. About halfway through watching Wolverine and Deadpool – Ethan had already gone to bed– I couldn’t take the pain. I decided to go to bed. The only problem was, when reaching the bed, trying to lay completely horizontal was not possible. The pain was too much. My range of motion in my neck had become severely limited. I couldn’t look up, left or right. I couldn’t lay down. My wife suggested the emergency room, and off we went.
The emergency room is its own kind of place. I’ve only been a few times in my life. It’s typically something I try to avoid at all costs. The waiting time has always been extremely long, I usually spend most of the wait thinking that I could’ve probably just toughed out whatever the situation was, and there have almost always been people around me that seem in much worse shape than me. In this particular instance, I also was frustrated that I was causing people to not be with their families on Christmas night. All that said, I’m glad there are those that commit themselves to helping people, even on universally closed days of the year.
I was seen within five minutes and taken back for a CT scan. The scan was quick, and the pain was excruciating in the required posture. I was able to grab the hand of the attending, and she helped me back to my feet. The scan didn’t reveal anything remarkable. At the conclusion, the diagnosis was determined as nothing life threatening or requiring immediate surgery. I was given some valium and a prescription for muscle relaxers. After seeing the physician, we spoke with two nurses who were discharging us. They both said this particular location was best for something like getting stitches or setting bones. They weren’t equipped with sophisticated testing, like an MRI. They recommended that if that pain persisted, I should go to a different hospital. The pain got worse.
We made our way to a second hospital. I had the same hesitation as I had for the first, despite a blinding pain radiating from my skull. Fortunately, there was virtually no wait at the second hospital either. They took my basic information, and I was sent back to triage almost immediately. Once clearing triage, my wife and I were sent to a waiting room. I checked the clock on the wall, it was approaching 10:30PM. I had hopes that maybe someone there had some magic up their sleeve and we could be home in our beds by midnight. After waiting for about an hour, we saw our physician. He read the report from the other hospital. He believed that their findings seemed reasonable and acknowledged that he’s an emergency doctor, which means he runs on a basic assumption that if I’m there, I’m about to die.
He was clear that an MRI would be the logical next step, but the soonest I would be able to receive one would be 48-72 hours from that point. I could receive pain meds there, see how I feel, then either admit myself or go home and schedule something on my own for the MRI screening. We proceeded with a series of drugs, all intravenously. The first couple of rounds didn’t really change my state. The last one was morphine. It hit pretty hard, kind of like a wave that flows through your body. I had been sitting in an upright posture this whole time because I couldn’t tolerate laying back. After the morphine made its way through me, I felt my body start to relax back into a neutral position. My sweet wife sat next to me, tentatively watching while she sat in an uncomfortable chair. As I began to doze, I saw her lay her head down on the counter and drift off to sleep. I was slowly able to find a resting position and sleep for about an hour.
I awoke and saw the clock again. It was around 4:30 in the morning. My nurse came back in the room to check on me, and soon after, the doctor. He said, ‘it’s decision time.’ As he mentioned prior, I could either stay or go. I opted to go. I suppose the morphine may have given a false sense of things improving, but I couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in a hospital for two to three more days. Just waiting for a scanner to open up when I should be with my family eating too many sweet things. We packed up and made our way home.. My wife and I rested for a few more hours once we made it to my bed. The pain returned as the morphine faded away.
Part II to Come- Orthopedics Clinic