I've spent the past 4 days convinced that I had Meningitis.
Googling your symptoms will do that to you.
I've had a sore neck with burning pain that ibuprofen did not even come close to touching.
I've slathered ridiculous amounts of creams and balms on my skin, and gone to bed smelling like a nuclear waste vat.
All for nothing.
I can turn it only slightly to the left without pain.
Sleeping at night is awful....and I mean it's more awful that usual with 1-2 children and a dog in bed with us.
So I took myself to MedExpress today and waited for the inevitable diagnosis and the advice to get my affairs in order.
Instead, the doc pushed on the sore area and I held in a scream. He kept pushing and saying, "That hurt? Yep. You got a pretty good spasm there."
I'm no MD, but I could have told him THAT,
Final diagnosis: Sprain.
I've heard of a sprained ankle, a sprained foot...even a sprained arm, but a sprained NECK?
And I have no clue how it got that way. The doc said I could have slept on it wrong.
I think it's more likely one of the roundhouse kicks my 3 year old likes to give in the middle of the night. Too many times I've been rudely awakened by her tiny foot landing square on my nose. And with authority.
Or the dog who sleeps ON TOP of my legs so I can't roll over.
Maybe it's from yelling at the kids until all the veins in my neck bulge out.
Hmmm. Wait. Maybe a sprain isn't so far fetched.
I love this doctor though. He wrote me a prescription for "1 little bell and 1 case of bons bons."
That's awesome. It was for Joe's benefit of course. And what a farce. Every mom out there reading knows that, next to death, nothing keeps a mom from her duties. I could have a broken neck and I'd still have to clean poop and scrub the toilet. :)
The REAL prescription he wrote: a steroid, a pain killer and a muscle relaxer. So, after I take that muscle relaxer, I know I'll wake up 18 hours later, face down on the kitchen floor.
But the beauty of that is...I will have slept the entire 18 hours without dog gymnastics or karate chops to the face.
Glass half full.