Other than the excitement of crepes, our weekend has been pretty quiet, and for Erik, pretty painful.
He has hurt his back.
No, he didn't do it playing rugby, and it wasn't from the gym.
He is claiming it is a result of both cleaning the shower, and lifting a box at work.
He finally decided it was bad on Friday morning (the box lifting happened Thursday morning) when it took him 20 minutes to put on his socks. And when regular strength Advil, and ibuprofen gel-rub didn't work, he went to the doctor (yay for being able to make same day appointments, boo for my incompetent doctor that Erik went to see). And the doctor prescribed a whole cocktail of drugs for Erik to enjoy for the next eight or so days. When he's supposed to go back. Which he won't, because the doctor is incompetent, and it costs between 20-35 euros every time you set foot in the office. Hmm...that might be some of my frustration with her coming out. Seriously, finding a new doctor is high on my 'to do' list.
He's also supposed to finish the entire regime. We were both confused by this instruction, as we always thought that recommendation was just for antibiotics, and I guess with painkillers, wouldn't you just stop when the pain goes away? So you don't get addicted? Cause Erik is pretty doped up right now (for him, falling asleep during a rugby game qualifies as 'dopey').
Anyway, as you can see from the picture, Erik is now on three different kinds of muscle relaxants and pain killers, some that must be taken with food, some without, and all of which are not to be taken with alcohol. And I'm not sure if Erik is bothered more by the pain, or the fact that he has to watch rugby tomorrow without beer.
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