Cultural Revolution

Well, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve had a spasm significant enough to pull my muscles and send me to tears in minutes.  Wowza!  This time, I had my cocktail ready.  After enough of the meds had kicked in and I was somewhat able to move again…somewhat being a very subjective term there, I moved to my desk where I could play some music.

Joplin and Hendrix were my choices.  I grew a better understanding of life in the 60s and early 70s.  The music was quite good.

But, I get ahead of myself.  I wasn’t feeling well all morning.  However, this morning was different.  I have season tickets to a local playhouse, of which, I only have made one play this year.  Today was the final performance of the final play of the season.  Needless to say, I really wanted to go.  So, I ditched church and rested and tried to nurse my issues to try and make it to the mid-afternoon showing of the play.

My wife came home from church and we had lunch before leaving for the play.  Things started to go bad, quickly.  I finished eating quickly.  My wife decided to meet her mother at the play.  Her mother is a season ticket holder, also, and she attends regularly with a group of friends.

She left for the play.  I went to bed and took part of the cocktail because of the rapid progression of symptoms.  I was not resting long when the first spasm struck my neck.  It was quite a surprise.  I relaxed and snuggled my pillows, laying on my right side.

I seemed to have drifted off because I had this feeling I was a left-handed hard-ball pitcher standing on the mound. I wound up and …. WHAM! spasm #2 hit.  This one pulled my muscles in my shoulder carriage and arm so much that my daughter had to get me a bag of ice to stop the swelling.

It is then, that I decided it was time to complete the triad and take the third and final pill of my cocktail.  I took the Lortab, which I reserve for last.  Lortab does nothing for the symptoms.  Thus, I only take it when I cannot tolerate the pain.  This was the time.

Ms. Baclofen, Sir Zanaflex, Mlle Lortab and I sat down and enjoyed a relaxing A&W rootbeer over ice and some tunes from the 60s and 70s.

Life is good.  Now, to heal the recent injuries.

Jay C. “Jazzy_J” Theriot