Update on my last blog.
I’m doing better. Emotionally I was a wreck. I was in a lot of pain. A lot of nerve pain – so painful….
Today its better. Monday I saw my GP for advice and for nerve pain meds. My plastic surgeon (PS) kept insisting it was muscular. 10 seconds with my GP, he agreed its nerve pain and we discussed a few options. We also discussed what I should do, if I should get another opinion. He basically said, it would be easier for me to just keep going to the PS unless he becomes unbearable and remains combative. Basically if I leave him now, the PS will kind of blow up at every other doctor that helps me. So if I can maintain a good working relationship with the PS, it would save me undue stress, pressure, and medical bills. So I left with some good advice, some nerve pain meds, and a doctor who told me to call him if it gets worse, and he’ll refer me to whomever he can to get this fixed.
I had to wait until Monday night to take the pain meds, and luckily it DID work. Night and day for pain. I mean I’m still on ibuprofen, but the gabapentin really helps the excruciating pain/electrocuting pain. And its helping me to sleep = bonus. Apparently I looked like a stressed out, tired, mess at my GPs office. He very nicely and kindly talked to me for over a half hour. Changed my dressing… tsked over the fact that I had to do it by myself.
Tuesday was busy. My pain went from an 8/10 down to a 3 of 4/10. So much more manageable. Had a ton of stuff to do at work. Felt like I made some progress. Still feel like I have a gagillion things to do…
On the house front Amber moved out Tuesday as well. I think she saw with all the packing and moving and cleaning and my parents coming down, that it really would be better for her to find another place. We avoided that whole “I need you to move out” conversation… now we’re just having the… I need you to pay me the $$ you owe me conversation. I’ll give her a break on some stuff… but its something that I am glad is over. The money helped. It was fine for awhile. But it will help to sell the house if its kept super clean and is available to show at the drop of the hat.
On the selling the house front – new carpet’s going to be installed on the 23rd, so its going to go up on the market on March 11th. Then it’s a waiting game… BUT I’m on my way to making it sellable. TJ moved a bunch of heavy furniture by himself on Saturday – seriously he’s a beast. My mom is an anal retentive cleaner and packer, so she made a ton of progress on my kitchen. I tried to help, but once again, I can’t really. Everyone yells at me when I try to help.
On the work front. I’m doing the best that I can. Right now I need to get my 2nd year student in the lab to become my minion. She’s great, but she’s just super busy. I would like to teach her everything that I know and use her to do experiments that I need to get done for the paper. Thesis writing… almost non-existent.
So today I met with the PS again. I took all my meds, and threw in an anxiety pill before I got there just to keep a level head. This time, he was much nicer. I got him right after lunch, so he apparently just had a few cigarettes based on his smell. So calmer PS this week. Didn’t bat an eyelash when I told him I got a gaba prescription. I have to switch some of the bandage materials. Apparently I need something rougher next to the wound to literally scrape the top layer off with each bandage change. Gross I know. More painful… *sigh* So I’m doing that. Doing my best to have 4 bandage changes a day instead of 3, but with work, this doesn’t always get done. He also have me a round of Cipro antibiotics. I’m allergic to all of the normal antibiotics. This is to see if this helps with wound healing. I don’t have an “infection” per say, but killing off some bacteria might potentially possibly maybe help with wound healing, so I’m doing that until next week. I also get the joy of seeing my PS every Wednesday until this heals. If I decide in two weeks to have surgery, we can… but I’m still leaning away from doing that.
This weekend is a little interesting. I’m going to StL for Mardi Gras. I haven’t been in a few years, and I really want to go. I just have to convince TJ to wake his butt up in time. Then we and another couple friends of mine got tickets to the Blues game against the Ducks (TJ’s FAVORITE team ever). The girls were just going to try to get cheap tickets—I wanted to surprise TJ with v-day tickets, but that man is so stubborn he wouldn’t stop talking about tickets, so I had to ruin the surprise. So he and my friends husband started looking at tickets…. They could sit up reeeeeally high… or get Blues Club tickets. So they spent a ton of money on fancy hockey tickets… Which the boys paid for, so now I get to enjoy it too! It comes with free food and beer, so those three are going to get loaded to get their money’s worth and I’ll be the DD.
Now here’s where this weekend gets interesting. My parents are going to come down here to continue working on the house to get it ready to sell (they bought it with me – so they’re getting their money back when we sell it). I’m going to go to their house on Friday and watch all the dogs – my two and their three dogs, so they won’t get in the way down here if doors are open and cleaning solution is all over the floor, etc. So hopefully they get some stuff done and don’t freak out at my general lack of progress here. Its just frustrating because I can’t help more. This is how I helped last weekend, holding my mom’s Chihuahua. That little girl LOVED the view and being spoiled, so it was hard to get her out. TJ rolled his eyes A LOT at that.
So I’ll be in StL, my parents will be here in Columbia, and I’ll be running around trying to relax a bit in StL. I should probably clean my mom’s house or do laundry or something while I’m there and they’re here cleaning…. But we’ll see… So far I’m optimistic. The new bandage change regime might help… Maybe it was the 2x a day bandage changes were bad… maybe the rougher bandages will help... I dunno… I just hope it heals!
(oh and 101 days until graduation!)