Friday, February 18, 2011
And we're back to 2006. I saw the doctor Monday about my leg pain. He gave me a shot of Toradol, along with a five day followup pill prescription for it, and sent me to physical therapy. (Apparently the insurance won't pay for an MRI until I've had a month of conservative therapy, even with my history of the same pain.) I've now had five days of anti-inflammatory/pain killer and two PT visits, all to no change. I really, really, realy hope I'm wrong, but I feel like I need to state it now: I have reherniated.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Unfuckingbelievable. On top of everything else going on, it's now looking like I may have reherniated my back.
I've been having sciatic pain in my leg again for about a month, but it has been getting worse within the last week, and today it began hurting in exactly the same way it did before my surgery -- searing pain in my upper thigh upon standing, radiating down the leg.
I feel like yelling at God or the universe or whoever, "SERIOUSLY?!?!?"
I've been having sciatic pain in my leg again for about a month, but it has been getting worse within the last week, and today it began hurting in exactly the same way it did before my surgery -- searing pain in my upper thigh upon standing, radiating down the leg.
I feel like yelling at God or the universe or whoever, "SERIOUSLY?!?!?"
Monday, February 7, 2011
And the hits just keep on coming.
Mom was hospitalized again last week, this time with two pulmonary embolisms (holy shit!) and acute pancreatitis brought on by the chemotherapy drug 6pm that her gastroenterologist had put her on after the prior hospitalization in December. While it took her clown posse of doctors severals days to get together and figure this out, they eventually did take her off the drug. Though now she will have to be on blood thinners for months to prevent further blood clots.
So my move home is looking more and more inevitable, though I still have no idea how I would be able to do it, given the fact that I am close to upside down in my mortgage and the foreclosed house next door to me hasn't even been looked at in months.
I did finally get to talk it out with my "pseudo-therapist" this weekend, which definitely helped get the situation off my chest, even if there were no easy answers found. I'm a little less angry about the whole situation today than I was last week. Still depressed and incredibly frustrated, but I guess it's going to have to be baby steps.
Mom was hospitalized again last week, this time with two pulmonary embolisms (holy shit!) and acute pancreatitis brought on by the chemotherapy drug 6pm that her gastroenterologist had put her on after the prior hospitalization in December. While it took her clown posse of doctors severals days to get together and figure this out, they eventually did take her off the drug. Though now she will have to be on blood thinners for months to prevent further blood clots.
So my move home is looking more and more inevitable, though I still have no idea how I would be able to do it, given the fact that I am close to upside down in my mortgage and the foreclosed house next door to me hasn't even been looked at in months.
I did finally get to talk it out with my "pseudo-therapist" this weekend, which definitely helped get the situation off my chest, even if there were no easy answers found. I'm a little less angry about the whole situation today than I was last week. Still depressed and incredibly frustrated, but I guess it's going to have to be baby steps.
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