It’s been a rough week around here.
That’s an understatement.
It’s been an awful, terrible, no-good, horrible week around here.
A little over four years ago, when we moved into this house, TK4 herniated a disc in his back trying to move the big white chair in the family room by himself. Since then, he has had flare-ups of pain which have resulted in cortisone injections, epidural steroid injections and physical therapy. Yet, his back has continued to degenerate.
A few months ago, TK4 started another round of physical therapy. He went to his doctor last Friday and had a cortisone injection. For some reason, he became progressively worse last weekend and the beginning of last week. By Wednesday night, he could walk far enough to get to his class from his car so he missed his first graduate school class. For TK4, this is a huge deal.
On Thursday, he was downstairs putting on his shoes when I left with Aubryn for school/work. When I was almost at Aubryn’s school, TK4 called me and asked me to come home to take him to the Emergency Room. I took Aubryn to school and headed home. When I got home, he was in the driver’s side of his car but could not move. He was eventually able to get out of the car but collapsed on the garage floor. I went to get my neighbor to help me get him up and into the car but we were unable to move him so I ended up calling 9-1-1.
TK4 went to the hospital via ambulance and I followed by car. We ended up sitting in the Emergency Room for about 9 hours – during which I had to wear a mask because I am pregnant. Around dinner time, TK4 was admitted. A MRI showed that a piece of his disc had now broken off and was pressing on some nerves causing spasms and pain.
He stayed in ths hospital until yesterday afternoon and tomorrow we return for another epidural steroid injection. For now, TK4 is on some heavy duty drugs and unable to get around the house or drive. So it looks like I’ll be driving him around for a while. The hardest part is going to be getting him to and from his classes. Hopefully Erin and my parents can help me some with that.
So how did this all lead to my breakdown at Wegmans? Let’s just say that having a very active and spirited toddler along with a husband who needs help with absolutely everything plus my end of the year schedule and being pregnant and nauseous and exhausted all of the time caught up with me. At Wegmans, Aubryn refused to ride in the cart and refusted to walk beside me and hold my hand and it just all became too much.
So, if you saw some crazy lady crying while her toddler was trying to run out the side door of Wegmans this evening, it was just me and I apologize. Sometimes life just becomes too much and a good cry can be cathartic. But, tomorrow is the beginning of another week and it can only get better from here. Right?