Eventually, after the pain grew and grew, he was on the phone with the nurse and she instructed me to come straight to the minor emergency clinic, "Don't drive yourself." Geeze!
Turns out I had a bug and was beyond dehydrated. After two hours in the clinic, a painful shot in my hip, and a conversation between Bill Clinton and Larry King on the tv, I was "released".
Where does this junk come from? Ugh, I hate being so immobilized. However, it was no doubt another great memory for DK and me, embarrassing as these times are, I think we became even greater friends and lovers after this experience :)