Sunday, I went to the ER with my son. He fell and smacked his head and ended up getting 2 staples in it. We left and went to brother’s house (2 of my other brothers and their families were there) to hang out. As we were driving home, I told Sean to wake me up during the night if he feels sick. He held his stomach and told me that he thought he was going to wake me up and then he burped. I asked, “Do you need me to pull over?!” He nodded and when I did, he got out of the car and yacked. We didn’t go home but went back to the emergency room instead. His CT scan was normal and they gave him something for the nausea and some more pain medication because his headache had intensified after getting sick. The ER doctor told me before we were discharged that he should not go to school on Monday and told me of his other restrictions until the staples were removed Sean was sleeping as she told me all of this. Lovely, he gets excused from school but I still have to go to work. It was after midnight before we were discharged.
When I FINALLY get home and Sean is situated and asleep and I get into bed, I realize how much my quads hurt. I had them tensed the ENTIRE day!!! When Sean hit his head, the first stay in the ER, and the second trip to the ER. I fell asleep grateful that the next day was Monday and I would be going to Barwis.
I woke up SO tired and my quads were still KILLING me!!! At work, I told all of my students about my son being hurt and how sleep deprived I was as a result. They we great yesterday, thankfully! It was as I was getting ready to leave work that my tiredness really began to catch up with me! Ms. Donna (my brother’s fiance) had to help me get my legs into my car. I drive straight from work to Barwis.
When I got into Barwis Phil asked me what was wrong and I just smiled and said that I was tired; I would explain further when we begin working together because he was working with someone else. When Phil called me over to the Keiser machine, I showed him a picture of Sean’s head and told him all about Sunday and the ER visits. I told him that my legs were killing me. He couldn’t really straighten my right leg. He stretched me awhile and I attempted 3 stands. I couldn’t stand straight up but I gave it the college try! Then Phil told me to head to the table and he was going to stretch me. To say the stretch hurt a little would be a GROSS understatement!!! It hurt SO badly!!! I asked him what I should do. Just breathe through it? He told me to but I promise that I couldn’t! I kept gasping and grunting to which Phil would just respond “Shhhhh.” About the 500th time he did that, I told him that it was not helping and that it was NOT soothing. I grunted that I was going to call him “Adam” because “Phil” doesn’t hurt me like this! At one point I grabbed his forearm and squeezed with buggy eyes because it hurt so much (to which he just laughed). A yelp even escaped from my mouth at one point because it hurt so badly. Phil ended up popping both of my hips which DID make both of my legs feel better because neither of them have popped in a while.
Phil took me out and put me in my car. He put his fist out and I started to put mine out too. He grabbed it, yelled joystick, laughed, and shut my door. I drove home thinking how much the stretch hurt. “It’s got to hurt if it’s to heal,” I thought. When I finally arrived home, I texted Phil, “Ya know, my legs feel pretty good actually. Did you know what you were doing when you were hurting me so badly?!” He responded, “Shhhhh.”