So I have this friend, she’s a new mum and was having quite the week. I mean there’s a bad week, then there’s a rock bottom week and there’s a whole heap of crap coming at you from a never ending train of nasty kind of week, this was about the level she was working at this particular week.
One night she was up doing the late feed when a pain began to crack through her left shoulder. She switched positions with baby and bottle and the pain seemed to shift but not leave. She gave it another minute or two and somehow felt the pain increase. She said it was a pain she’d never felt before. It wasn’t a throb or a stab it was more like a wave of pain yet she couldn’t identify exactly where the pain was coming from.
Again she changed positions, sat more upright, gave the shoulders a little rotate and still the pain remained and began to swell. A tingling sensation began to run up and down her left arm. Her shoulder blade began to burn. The pain spread right around her left arm and seemingly onto her chest, or was that just her imagination? She couldn’t recall.
“This is it” she thought to herself. So bad was her week thus far that she was already ready to meet her maker yet thinking practically for a brief minute she thought it best to go and tell her husband who lay sleeping in the next room.
She bundled up the baby in her ‘good arm’ and went to her husband.
“I’m in pain, here take the baby” she dramatically thrust the baby into her dozing husbands arms, for the second time that week, and threw herself onto the bedroom floor (as any good actress would do) gripping her left arm.
“Oh the pain. This is is. It’s text book. Shooting pains going up and down my left arm. It’s tingling. Oh my arm is going numb. What is happening?”
She told me how her husband looked down at her writhing in pain on the floor with little to no reaction on his sleepy face. Somehow, she told me remembering the moment, she didn’t feel satisfied that he was concerned at all that she may actually die right there and then.
She told me how despite being in extreme pain and calling out an accurate blow by blow account of all her symptoms and levels of pain her husband seemed unperturbed by the developing situation and instead of consoling her or even praying that God would open the pearly gates he told her she was more likely experiencing a trapped nerve, not a heart attack.
“It can’t be a trapped nerve, it’s agony” She insisted, wondering if she had the strength to roll herself around to her side of the bed to call an ambulance off her phone if he was determined to watch her die.
“Have you got pins and needles in your hand?” Her husband began
“Yes I have. Shooting pains. I can’t feel my arm. It’s agony!”
“Muscle weakness, numbness or a decreased sensation in the area supplied by the nerve”
“Stop reading out a list of symptoms, I’m dying here!”
“It’s a trapped nerve babe”
“Really? But it’s agony”
“Yeah. It’ll be a trapped nerve” he continued his face devoid of any emotion.
Like the crash of a wave upon a rock she told me the pain washed away down her left arm. The blood flow returned to her left hand with a throb. She led still on the floor doing an internal check of any other pain in her body. Once no pain was discovered she sat up and looked at her husband blankly.
“Well that was strange” she said retrieving the babe from his arms. She felt a mixture of joyous relief it was over yet strangely disappointed in the lack of her husbands reaction over his once ‘dying’ wife. She told me his face was the picture of justification over his perfect diagnosis and complete abandon of any human emotion as, in fact, he had already fallen asleep.
So ran the narrative of what was a real high point in my week, I mean my friends week! Oh who’s kidding – yes this was my story. I apparently had a trapped nerve one night while feeding baby although this was never confirmed by a medical professional just a knackered out husband desperate for his dramatic wife to stop being so, well, dramatic.
Further stories to follow of the train wreck of nasty kind of a week.