This Is My Life

Looks like I won't be around much even if I want to be.

I hurt my upper back a while ago. I went to the doctor's yesterday and he put me on some medicines to help control the pain and control the muscle spasms I was having in my shoulder. He told me that I had hurt a vertebrae in my neck and that the pain was spreading down into my shoulder. Makes sense.

So I'm on two medications; one to control the pain (essentially just a slightly more powerful Excedrin, nothing special, no worrisome side effects) and one to control the muscle spasms, a drug called Flexeril or something like that.

For the record, Flexeril knocks me on my ass. I took one last night and went to sleep. I took one this morning and am having a lot of difficulty keeping my eyes open almost 10 hours later. I am so tired that I find it difficult to care that I've gotten absolutely nothing done today.

Unfortunately the pain medication is doing almost nothing for me. It hurts to turn my head, to sit up, to stay still to long or to move too much. I can't really remember being in so much pain in my life. Yesterday I was stiff and thought of not going to the doctor's since I seemed better, today I'm in pain.

I was already told once today to "get over it" by someone I thought might give me sympathy. Oh well; I'll just have to remember not to expect sympathy from them and not to extend any to them when they're feeling under the weather. (They apologized later but sometimes it's just not enough, at least not right away when I'm still angry. I'll get over it soon enough.)

That all being said, I'm going to sleep again. So tired.

I just came back from the technician's office. It's a doctor's office, really, but since I didn't see a doctor, and instead saw an ultrasound technician, I feel weird claiming it's the doctor's. I've been having a pain problem other than my foot, and was hoping there was something that could be done to fix it. I already have the foot thing, and this is so much worse than the foot that I was honestly hoping they'd say "there's a surgery to fix that." Yes, I was kind of hoping for surgery, as long as the pain went away.

Where's the pain? Let me indirect about that, but most of you will figure it out: The pain is in the only area on my body that has had any surgery performed on it. It hurts.

Well, the technician isn't the doctor, and can't say 100%, but in her professional opinion (she's worked in the field for 28 years, I trust her opinion), everything is normal, and there's nothing that can be done to rid me of the problem.

Fantastic.

You know what? I want a do-over. This stuff is so not cool.

Pardon me. This was supposed to be interesting, but I'm slipping into Emo. I'm going to go do some dishes, listen to my favorite musical, and feel better in a little while.

Oh, and take some pain killers.

Joy.