“Mom, you need to take me to the ER.”
My college son had just walked in the kitchen door from his last day of work and was supposed to head back to the university the next morning.
He usually walked in quiet and hungry but this night, his escalating voice and sharp cries of pain told me something was very wrong.
He was holding his back and said he’d felt a sudden sharp pain that got worse and worse as he drove home.
When your grown boy is becoming nearly incapacitated from pain before your eyes, you know the ER isn’t an exaggeration.
I grabbed coats and car keys, made phones calls to cover my younger kids and drove him as gingerly as possible to the nearest emergency center, each turn and bump causing Seth to grimace from the pain.
By the time we arrived, he needed a wheelchair. We left with follow-up appointments and a prescription that did little to ease his excruciating pain through the weekend.
Three days later, an MRI revealed the cause: [Read more…]
