Friday, January 27, 2012
This is a very quick blog to let you know that the pain that I am dealing with is totally out of control and the slowness in which the medical folks are acting is making me very unhappy. I called my pain doc's office yesterday to find out about my appointment with the surgeon. They told me that they faxed my info to him on Wednesday and to call them for any further info. I called the surgeon's office and was told that he reviews referrals and sets up his own schedule. I asked how long that takes and they said that it can take up to a week or more before he contacts patients.
I am losing my sanity. This pain is now a series of repetitive spasms from my neck to my right shoulder and down my arm. When it gets to my arm, it feels like someone is tightening a blood pressure cuff way too tightly, releasing it a bit and then reinflating it. After it does this several times, it lets up for anywhere from 5-15 minutes before it starts up all over.
The pain meds that I am taking are taking the bite out of this pain, but it is still there--and last night, I fell asleep before it was time for my night dose. I woke up around 2:30 and I was in excruciating pain. It took almost 2 hours to get things back under mild control with meds and ice bags.
All I want to do is cry and I am not sure how much longer I will be able to come to work like this. Today is the big 100th day of school and the primary children who have a big 100s party are way off task. I cannot exactly enjoy their fun and I cannot get them to focus either. MY shoulder hurts. A lot. I am truly, truly sick of it. I didn't even spark at all yesterday. I didn't log in and I did nothing on the computer at all. When I got home from the pool, I got my laptop out, but I didn't have the patience or energy to open an email.
I am sorry that I missed two new members in my Oa of the lower back team--I will try to meet them this weekend. I am missing my Basset Hound friends too, My son gave me a sweet mug for Christmas that is decorated with photos of Lady, Chloe, Scooter and Frankie. The kids here love it. The dogs are truly my best friends right now. I am grumpy and miserable. I need some help, but I am about out of options. This sure doesn't seem right or fair.
I know I will survive and I will do as well as anyone else in a similar situation. However, I don't like dealing with this and I need to scream, cry and curse all at the same time. This pain is taking all of my energy and inner strength. Today, our staff won a catered breakfast. Hmm, I had a half of a large bagel with some flavored spread and a piece of danish along with my apple juice and a half of a banana. That is comfort eating at its worst and along with what these pain meds are doing to me, I am guessing there will be another hefty gain for me on the scales tomorrow.
Someday soon, I will find myself and when I do, I will let you know.
Take care of yourselves. I am going to try and do my lesson plans with free time granted to me from hundreds day.
Gentle , gentle hugs,
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I have a break on Wednesday and decided to take it for me and a bite of lunch. I am starting to feel kind of bogged down. I do not feel well at all. MY vision and these cataracts are making things that I love to do really difficult. This non-stop, crazy pain is what is really on my mind. I am not up to doing much. I cannot finish my entire exercise routine at the pool. I cannot finish reading anything either--I cannot even finish sparking or eating or anything.
After falling asleep somewhere around 2AM, I woke up at 6 with that extreme "I want to slam my head through a window," uncontrollable pain. Megan had her head on straight and reminded me that little good come out of the window thing and she asked me if it was time to change my fentanyl patch. Hmmm, it should have been changed yesterday. That explains a lot. However, now I am playing catch-up with wonky eyesight and it is not a good time. I am trying to decide if I should put a rush on the cataract surgery and go for the plan my insurance will cover so that something is out of the way. I don't know when I will get an appointment with the spine doc to plan what my neck needs.
For a reasonably intelligent woman, things aren't going well and it seems as if part of it is strongly my part and the other part is this body that will not give me a chance for feeling well.
I will make a decision before bedtime tomorrow and execute it shortly thereafter. I cannot keep up with all of this!!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Yes, birthdays are alive and well in our home. Miles is 21 today. That even got him some applause in church this morning after our pastor announced that the flowers on the alter were there in his honor. He asked Miles how old and after Miles answered, there was clapping and our pastor said that "That just doesn't seem right." It doesn't seem right to me either. 21 years ago, I was in a labor room after my water broke at home. I was having contractions, one after another after another. They went on and on--but nobody was paying much attention. It was the day of the start of the first televised war in the mideast--Desert Storm, I think. My husband and thenurses were watching bombs drop on Tehran, one after another after another. My doctor came up to my room from her busy office to see how I was progressing. I wasn't and she got a portable ultrasound machine to find that my baby was trying to be born shoulders first. That is the one way that a baby cannot be born--so they rushed me into emergency surgery and our 11 pound 2 ounce baby boy was born. We named him Miles Patrick and he was totally beautiful, especially after having avoided all of the hard work of being born in the natural way.
We were in the hospital about 6 days together. I had some problems after the surgery and they kept me to observe me. We finally got home and that is when some issues began with our fifth child. Our babysitter didn't notice it. Neither did his father. However, I smelle something entirely rotten on him everythime I fed him or touched him. I didn't love him less or leave him alone, I just kept noticing this smell that nobody else noticed. After a second day of this and getting negative responses from everyone, I finally called our pediatrician. Thank heavens for this wonderful man because his answer was "If it bothers you enough to call me, I want to see him." I took him to the office and they did some routine checks on him. They found his white blood count to be incredibly elevated and they did a lumbar puncture. It turned out that our beautiful boy had group B strep, a totally awful condition that kills newborns. I get chills down my spine when I think of the next thing our doctor said to me: "If you had brought him in yesterday, it would have been too early to detect and if you had waited one more day, it would have been too late to save him." That rotten smell that I was the only one to smell was an act of God and I definitely believe in Divine interventions. Miles spent the next two weeks in the hospital receiving IV antibiotics and I spent the same two weeks skeeping on a chair that made into a really uncomfortable cot next to him.
I met some interesting people int hose very long days that took a big chunk of my maternity leave. I met a family whose boy had ridden his Christmas bike outside without permission and had a nasty accident when he slid on the ice and flipped that bike breaking both legs in multiple places. He had been int he hospital several weeks and was expected to be there another month to six weeks. I sure felt sorry for his mother--but she went home at night. He was old enough that she could go home at 8:30 and then come back the next morning at 8, or 9 if she got to sleep in a bit. He was being tutored each day and spent a lot of time playing video games that were donated to the pediatric ward. I also got to meet the baby that started out being in Miles' room with him. She was a sweet little thing, about 6 months old and about half of his size. The doctor admitted her as a "failure to thrive" baby and she never had a visitor. She was beautiful and it was sad. The hospital was feeding her standard formula and she gained about 2 ounces every day. The staff knew that she could be released, but they kept her so,e extra time, putting off making a call to ask someone to come and get her. She didn't get to stay in the room with Miles because there was a lame possibility that his strep might be contagious. I think they were also concerned that the attention I gave her might be too great a loss, so they put her in a different room, all by herself. They gave her attention when they could and they brought her to the nurse's station on third shift when she was awake. The entire scenario broke my heart.
I learned a lot when Miles became ill. I understood miracles and I understood deep down sadness. I was pretty hormonal at that time--and being around children who were ill or deprived left a big mark on my brain. I do wonder where that little girl ended up, now that she is 21. The boy who fell off of the bike has to be in his mid to late 20's now. I wonder what kind of work a junior daredevil ended up doing.
As for me, my pain has been a bit more tolerable today. I went to the grocery store before church. After church, I went to the fitness center--to the pool and to the sauna. I am following my pain doctor's advice to medicate myself and treat this as quickly as symptoms and pain are a nagging feeling so that it doesn't get ahead of me. This is a tricky game condiering how many different meds and patches I am using to keep this thing at bay. It is never totally gone, but I can make it kind of numb. That is a great improvement over the out of control screaming pain I felt every day of the sixteen days before Friday. I am blessed.
Have a wonderful week!
It's always good to count our blessings.
PS I fell asleep before I posted this. I slept for almost 4 hours without an interruption. I haven't done that since this pain started. Yes, it is what woke me up, but this is improvement. I'll take any little bit of improvement I can get.
Friday, January 20, 2012
I finally have information about what has been causing all of the pain and grief. I didn't need a "new" MRI, the October one was adequate. My pain doc took a look at it and it said that I have damage to the disks between C3 and C4, C4 and C5, and C5 and C5. He had a similar profile and although he offered (and did) an injection in my neck, he said the only thing that is truly going to help me is surgery. He is scheduling an appointment for me with the best spine surgeon around--it may be a wait to have the surgical consult, but it is starting to happen.
My pain doc has had the same issue and he was able to trace with his finger exactly where this wild uncontrollable pain is at. He offered me everything to help until we can get me to the surgeon. He LISTENED to me and was kind and gentle. That injection was a bit of a stinker--I am hoping to get short-term relief from the injection and the prescriptions refills he wrote for me that the other docs have given me.
He told me that he understands this and it hurts like #ell. I don't know how long I will have such awful pain--I'm praying for relief with this injection in my spine--but it is a relief to know that somebody finally GOT it. I can move forward now.
As for eating, in the last week, I have had a steroid injection in my shoulder, 6 trigger point injections in my upper quadrant, and now a major injection into my neck. I will be having to fight off what the steroids cause. I will have to keep praying. God bless my pain doc!!
Thanks for being there for me--you all got this too, and I appreciate the awesome words of caring and support. Take care of yourselves, you are wonderful.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Well here goes... I have seen five doctors now and a chiro and a physical therapist. I had x-rays of my right shoulder and I had x-rays of my neck. I have no broken bones. I am the proud owner of 2 new prescriptions, a muscle relaxant and patches with anti-inflammatory medicine for my body to absorb (since I cannot take them orally.). I had a steroid injection in my right shoulder and I had 6 trigger point injections in my right quadrant of lidocaine. I have an appointment tomorrow at the pain clinic, but I think my special pain doc is still off on medical leave.
My condition has not changed. The new meds kind of mask the pain or take the bite off of it so I can kind of/ sort of act like a human being. It hurts like #e!! and I am sick of it. I keep forgetting things like eating or when to take these meds, so I had to make myself a sheet to remind me when to do things. Hmm, forgetting to eat has never been a problem of mine before--maybe this is my "silber lining." Although I doubt it, I generally gain weight when I don't eat enough--and I did have a significant gain last week at WW--over 3 pounds.
I know there is something wrong here--and x-rays don't show everything. I cannot swim correctly or complete my pool exercises which saddens me even more and is taking a toll on my body. Walking is becoming more and more difficult and I am needing my back brace the entire day at school. The children look at me and ask me what is wrong or if I am sick. They ask me if the doctor can make me better. I cannot hid this and I cannot hide from this.
I am worried on top of being in pain. I am losing me to this and it isn't fair or right. OH my...
So this is my update. As I try and type, my right arm feels like a foot ball that is getting too much air pumped into it and it is readying itself to explode. This is creepy and I need relief. Tomorrow at the pain clinic is my very last chace. I am praying seriously.
Take care of yourselves.
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