Mourning the loss of my pain treatment
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
It's been 3 weeks since my last round of pain treatment at the joint (the hospital), and those last drops of treatment drugs seem to have been depleted.
I find myself sad about that since that also means that restful sleep is now a luxury I won't get much of, and my annoying pain is back to 100%. I seem to have a whole litter of new lesions breaking through on my hands and feet too, which force me to think twice about walking or touching anything, and take months to heal.
Although the treatment drugs only seemed to blunt about 30% of my pain, I now see how much that truly did help. Even though I only got about 2-3 weeks of that pain buffer, I should be thankful that there is at least one option for me that I can go to.
It's not a cure. And I would rather have one, but we are not there yet.
I need to shake the funk off and look back at the small daily tasks I was able to do a bit better, even temporarily.
My dog certainly appreciated the extra wuzzles. I also drove short distances around town, folded some laundry, cut up some brussel sprouts (don't laugh! I love these things!), and got my eyebrows penciled on straight more times than not.
I guess I just needed to work this out a bit in a blog.
Funk has been shaken and wiggled off.
Transformed into anticipation of my next round of treatment in 4 weeks.
The countdown has started. I will cut up more brussel sprouts soon! Munch munch munch...