Back spasms brought us to the OHSU emergency room tonight for my dear husband, who wrenched his back probably Thursday, but felt it Friday. It got worse, even after the Saturday chiropractor appointment, and he was in noisy excruciating pain today. So, after negotiating the no urgent cares, from the Internet, in the city limits, after he woke from his nap even worse (all day was progressively worse); we voted for the hospital. Our dear friend watched Levi and monitored the roast I put in the oven. We were gone about three hours with a verdict of nothing wrong with the kidneys, and nothing obvious with the back, which means muscle spasms and narcotics with a free pass from work for a week. We are well enough for now. My hope is the patient stays home like he’s more or less ordered to…
Journey Home: Reflections from 10,000 Feet
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.
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