While working a closing shift on Thursday night I came up against a situation that unfortunately happens on a regular basis. A customer needed to have three 50lb bags of cement loaded into their car for them. The customers were a very sweet elderly couple. The husband had recently had knee surgery and his wife looked as if she would break in half if she tried to lift more then 10 lbs. My cashiers did everything they could to find someone to load. They called for building and lumber, but as always they were no where to be found. They paged over head and on the radio for anyone that was available to help but no one answered. When I walked up to the register my cashier Emmanual looked at me with a very distressed look on his face and said that he couldnt find anyone to help. I offered to load the customers my self.
I have loaded 50lb bags thousands of times in the three and a half years that I have worked for Home Depot. I didnt think much of it and assured the customers that it wasnt a problem. We got out to the parking lot and I got the first bag into the truck with out incident. On the second bag, however, I started to loose my balance and the bag started to fall. As I started to try to get everything back together, it happened. I felt a "pop" and then my lower back started tingling the way your foot does when it falls asleep. Then it "popped" again and thats when the pain started.
I managed to make it back inside and get a hold of the manager on duty. Next thing I know Im sitting in the emergency room at St. Agnes Medical Center. The doctor had to give me three full syringes of pain killers before they could take me to x-ray to see if I had fractured my spine. The x-rays look good she said, but she thinks I may have one or more slipped or herniated disks. As it stands right now I'm not allowed to drive, I can not walk on my own, sitting or standing is a challenge and I can only sleep on my left side. I never realized how much I loved sleeping on my stomach!
When all this went down I was by my self. John had left earlier in the day to go to Long Beach to pick up a shipment for work, and our nearest friends live at least an hour away. I ended up having to go through the emergency situation alone, but I had two wonderful nurses that stayed with me until John's uncle could get there from O' Neals to take me back to their house so I would have help until John could get back.
I'll be going to an occupational therapist on Monday to find out if I will be able to return to work. I'm really hoping its soon. I'm already going stir crazy not being able to do anything.
John has been wonderful. He has been taking care of all the things I normally do like dishes, laundry, moping and cleaning the bathroom and kitchen and so forth. He checks on me every few minutes to make sure Im comfortable and that I have enough apple juice or chocolate milk :)
I'll keep you all posted on what happens on Monday and how things are progressing. Wish us luck!