I limped slightly into yesterday's nerve procedure for my left foot, but was excited for the same great results as with my right hand. No room in my mind for folding on this round. I was allll in.
We checked in at 5:45 a.m.
I got the local anesthetic this time at the request of the doctors (and some Sparker's suggestions). No problem.
They seemed really happy with the procedure, and by 7:30 AM I was wheeled to recovery. Wahoo, right?
5 minutes afterwards, I knew something was off. My right foot ignited with fire pain and redness, and just got worse. I was shaking. This was b-a-d.
They taped ice packs to my foot to cool it - no luck. They tried applying ice water soaked washcloths, and swapping out more McGyver'd ice pack shoes every 10 minutes too - no dice. My EM started to go nutzo, and when they were checking the incision site on my back for a reaction, I realized my entire backside was sweaty. I was on a memory foam gurney. EM folks can't touch that stuff since it insulates heat and causes EM flares. This definitely was not helping...
Next, opiates came into the picture, or the IV. I got sick from them pretty quickly (yuck-o). Then I got pumped full of two types of anti nausea meds (since the first one was not working).
Once I was loopy from everything, they hooked me up to an IV infusion of lidocaine, plus a topical lidocaine cream. They needed to cool things down quickly. I am so thankful or their efforts.
All of the stuff above was taking place while I sitting up in a recliner chair - because of that d*mn memory foam bed!
I felt like I was in an airplane seat, and talking to myself from the drugs. My speech was slurred for hours and I was not myself.
The docs suggested admitting me into the hospital for a couple of days and get a slower infusion of lidocaine, but I just wanted to go home. I had been in the highest # on the pain scale since 7:30 a.m. (it was now 2:00 p.m.).
I wanted to lie flat, and in my bed.
They let me go home as long as I promised to continue taking some heavy nerve meds, and I was to make a decision by 8:00 pm last night (when the meds should have shown some effect). They warned the ER that I might be coming, and prepped them on my situation. Thanks but no thanks.
I fought to stay home last night like and old lady attached to her cardigan sweater.
It was tough last night, and today has been challenging too. I am typing this while lying down, with my left foot greased up in lidocaine cream and elevated over my heart.
Maybe I will be more limber after this passes? : )
Perhaps I made the wrong decision to get this nerve procedure, since I feel like I took two steps backward with my CRPS. The pain is as high as when my CRPS surfaced last Memorial Day. How ironic since that one year anniversary is fast approaching.
We were told that this awful pain should fade in a few days.
I'm betting everything on that.
My husband cancelled a much needed trip to see his family (again), and part of me feels rotten about it. I'm missing work, and completely overloading my coworkers (again). My DH also missed work to care for me (again).
I'm fighting the feeling that I have been dealt a bad hand.
But this year I have solid resources that I am reminding myself to pull on. I have dear Spark friends to lift me when I feel I cannot stand (like now). Spark friends who are actually willing to swap out a part of their workout plan until I can hop back in and join them (THANK YOU!). I have a pain psychologist who is teaching me tools to deal with my pain, not dwell on the long term, and conquer today ONLY. This is not easy!
I am showing my 'tells'.
I felt the prayers and good thoughts from all of yesterday. I cried a lot from pain and fear, but I kept going. I made it through, and did not eat my emotions (thank God!).
I'm trying to stay motivated to get well enough to workout, to keep my eating sane-and Spark everyday.
I've been dealt a higher card and I am going to use it! It would be un-lucky not to...