Okay, so after months of dealing with back pain (the results of L4-L5 and L5-S1 discs deteriorating), I finally go to the surgery center today for an epidural steroidal injection. In other words, a long needle inserted into my spine to put stuff in that needs to be there.
My Dad takes me to the surgery center in his Corvette (well, depending on who you ask, it may be Mom’s Vette) since my Mom had to keep the Journey to transport Brandon and pick up the girls from school and Lea Ann had to work. I know what you’re thinking–both you and your Dad have bad backs, and your going to the back doctor in a low-slung sports car?
Yeah. Is there a problem?
Anyway, it probably was funny watching the two of us get out and hobble into the surgery center. Observers were likely wondering which, if not both of us, were going to have something done, and how in the world we would be able to get back in that car. But we made it, got inside, and it was time for me to go back. Dad went back with me, I put on one of those embarassing hospital gowns, the non-slip socks, and a hairnet–yes, a hairnet. They take me back into an operating room. Wait, I’m thinking, isn’t this just a shot? Well, yes–into my spine! They talk about the need to prevent infection, because that would be very bad. The doctor tells me the numbing shot will sting a bit, and she did not lie. At all. She then told me, before sticking the sword Excalibur into my spinal column, that I might “feel a little pressure”. All I can think of is that very line being used in the movie “Major Payne”–if you saw the movie, you know what I mean. I did feel a little pressure, but honestly, that was all. A relatively pain-free experience. They sat me in recovery for about 15 minutes, gave me a Coke with that awesome ground up ice like Zaxby’s has, and Dad and I loaded up and headed for Greer.
Several hours and a decent nap later, the numbing medication has faded into the sunset, and I’m feeling like someone did indeed stick a large metal object into my spine. But it’s really not that bad, honestly. I’m grateful for all of you who prayed for me today and leading up to this, and here’s hoping that this is going to help and keep me from back surgery. Thanks to Dr. Math and the great staff at Cross Creek Surgery Center today who were absolutely great. And thanks to my Dad for taking me and just spending time with me. It’s always great going for a cruise with you, Dad, no matter where it is we wind up.
I haven’t figured out how to turn this into a sermon illustration yet, but I’m sure I will. Right now the pain meds just won’t let me concentrate that much. But I wanted to say a big thanks to everyone. God has blessed me with an amazing family and more great friends than I deserve. God really is extravagant in providing and caring for us. I mean, I had to get a shot in my spine, but I got to ride in a Corvette with my childhood hero to get there.
All in all, not a bad day.