Damn the luck.

No more repeats. Why? The Vacation has died a horrible and painful death.

My back which has hurt a bit off and on of late gave up fighting. I bent to put on my socks and my back locked up tighter than rusty set of vice grips. For three hours I laid still hoping it would get better. But nope. Eventually I crawled, yes crawled since that was the best I could do out to the car and my wife hauled me to the Emergency room. Here is what transpired there.

By the time we got there I was hurting so bad and sweating like a mass murdered on judgement day. An ER nurse brought out a wheelchair and a after a good bit of inching along I finally slumped into the seat. They while the same nurse tried to take my vitals, but my blood pressure had dropped so low they never were able to get it and finally they loaded me on a gurney and parked me out in the hall for three hours.

Every time my turn came up someone with a more urgent need bumped me down. A man who fought with a circular saw and lost, car wreck victims, pregnant women, people with chest pains. I'm not begrudging these people their pains nor would I want to trade with them but I did try to convince my wife to stab me with a pencil so we could maybe get a room.

Three hours in the hall. Another hour in the room before the doc showed. Another hour before they took me down to XRay. Another hour for nurse to come in and give me two shots in the ass. Another hour for nurse to come back and say he was going to release me but I should follow up with regular doctor.

All in all seven and a half hours and my back is still killing me, but I can stand straight and inc forward like a ninety year old man. Will post again when I can but this computer chair ain't the most comfortable. And I'll even try to think of something witty to say instead of a boring summary of my aches.