Specifically, little white oval shaped things that you swallow with a chaser of water. (This one’s going to have Bible verses and lots of God talk, so if that turns you off, feel free to skip it!)
The back pain had sent me to levels of desperation. Nothing seemed to help…ice, heat, anti-inflammatories, muscle relaxers, bedrest, activity…none of them have brought me to a point where I can live normally. And I was praying. A LOT. I was starting to wonder what God’s plan was in all of this, what He was trying to teach me by not allowing me to get better. Then on Sunday, the message at church was exactly what I needed to hear. Keep praying. (If you’re interested in the scripture, it was Luke 18:1-5 and Luke 11:5-10.) Somehow God always makes sure I hear the messages I need to hear. So I kept praying.
Then on Sunday night, I remembered a saying about God…that He helps those who help themselves. So maybe what I needed was to find someone to take a look at my back and come up with a treatment plan. Monday morning, I dragged myself out of bed. Barely able to walk, I went over to Helping Hands to see if they could help. They gave me some places to call, but said they wouldn’t have anyone there who could treat me without charge until April 1. OK, I can afford an office visit. But if anyone wanted to do x-rays or tests, that was going to be something I would have to decline. I know how the system works…if you refuse tests, many times you can’t get treatment. So then I’d be out the office visit fee and still in the same place I started. Several people told me to go to the ER. I know they are required to treat you, but that still comes with a very large bill later on. I wasn’t willing to do that. I still owe the chiropractor money that I can’t pay yet and though he helped, I simply can’t afford the ongoing treatment required to keep things in the places they are supposed to be. Plus this pain is different than when I threw it out earlier this year…it’s more of a muscle/nerve pain rather than a pain from being misaligned.
I called my mom and asked her advice. As it turned out, I was due for my annual visit to the ob/gyn the next day (which is covered by Medicaid as family planning services) and my mom urged me to talk to her about it. Long story short, she was more than happy to help, wrote a prescription for a steroid to clear up the inflammation, and I was out only the cost of the prescriptions. God bless her.
I need to remember not to work myself up over things if it seems like it’s not happening fast enough. I need to remember that worrying about things is like telling God that I don’t trust him to take care of me. (And yes, I borrowed that from somewhere but I don’t know where or who or what the exact quote is. If you do, please leave a comment so I can give credit where it’s due.) God was there when I reached the point where I just couldn’t deal any more. Monday I spent most of the day crying. I had a tension headache by the end of the day that rivaled my back for intensity of pain. But the very next day, I was able to see someone who could help. The appointment had been scheduled at least 6 weeks in advance and I truly believe that was God’s doing. Just when I thought I couldn’t deal any more, He made sure I was taken care of and could see an end in sight. It was all in His plan, in His time.
The steroids haven’t kicked in yet, but my positive attitude is back and I’ve been taught the “trust in God” lesson once again. Hopefully I won’t forget it this time.