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I mentioned to a friend that I was having a bad pain day today. She suggested a hot water bottle. While I truly appreciate her concern, it occured to me that she just didn't get what I meant. Then again, how could I expect her to know what it's like? I don't talk about it. If you live with a pain disease, you know what it's like.
So, here's what I mean by a bad pain day.
When my alarm went off, I was already exhausted. I don't sleep well at night; I keep trying to roll over onto my bad knee, which wakes me up and leaves me staring at the ceiling until the pain dies down. So the alarm goes off and Guinness jumps off the bed to be my brace so I can actually stand up and grab the walker. I yell at the kids to get moving and make my way to the bathroom.
I generally use the walker in the mornings. The doors in my house are the same width as my wheelchair, so getting from room to room is difficult at best. I'm in full flare, though, so every time I move with the walker, pain shoots up my wrists and radiates across my back and shoulders. My "good" foot is having fasciitis problems, so standing on it feels like standing on a small canvas bag stuffed with marbles and nails.I have a bad tendency to try to balance myself with my bad leg; it ends up feeling like my knee is being twisted out of socket. This is what I get with every.freaking.step.
There are 6 steps to the toilet, 14 to the kitchen, 27 to the car.
I get the kids up, dressed, fed and out to the car. I can't dose up on pain meds yet because I have to get them to school. By the time we wait through the 20 minute drop-off line, I'm starting to cry from the pain of the redhot iron poker that's replaced my spinal column. I'm so tired I'm having problems keeping my eyes focused on the way home.
I stop at the gas station for a quick hit of sugar and caffeine before I drive off the road. I bite my lip hard enough to bleed as I shuffle-hop to the back door of the car to pull the walker out. The pain of using it hasn't let up. As I'm heading toward the door I get shouldered aside by a pair of day laborers. They make a comment about fucking cripples never getting out of the way. Needless to say they don't bother holding the door, so I get to struggle with pulling it open, maneuvering the walker (which is bulky enough to need two hands) and keeping my balance. The laborers find this entertaining. Sunny the manager is kind enough to go grab my soda for me instead of me stumping through the whole store. I paste on a bright smile and thank him profusely before heading out. Fortunately getting the door open from the inside is a lot easier as long as I remember to lead with my butt.
I make it home, finally take my pain pills and stagger to my bed. Once the meds kick in I'll be able to stop crying. If I'm lucky I might even pass out for a while.
This is a bad pain day. I have far too many of these.
So, here's what I mean by a bad pain day.
When my alarm went off, I was already exhausted. I don't sleep well at night; I keep trying to roll over onto my bad knee, which wakes me up and leaves me staring at the ceiling until the pain dies down. So the alarm goes off and Guinness jumps off the bed to be my brace so I can actually stand up and grab the walker. I yell at the kids to get moving and make my way to the bathroom.
I generally use the walker in the mornings. The doors in my house are the same width as my wheelchair, so getting from room to room is difficult at best. I'm in full flare, though, so every time I move with the walker, pain shoots up my wrists and radiates across my back and shoulders. My "good" foot is having fasciitis problems, so standing on it feels like standing on a small canvas bag stuffed with marbles and nails.I have a bad tendency to try to balance myself with my bad leg; it ends up feeling like my knee is being twisted out of socket. This is what I get with every.freaking.step.
There are 6 steps to the toilet, 14 to the kitchen, 27 to the car.
I get the kids up, dressed, fed and out to the car. I can't dose up on pain meds yet because I have to get them to school. By the time we wait through the 20 minute drop-off line, I'm starting to cry from the pain of the redhot iron poker that's replaced my spinal column. I'm so tired I'm having problems keeping my eyes focused on the way home.
I stop at the gas station for a quick hit of sugar and caffeine before I drive off the road. I bite my lip hard enough to bleed as I shuffle-hop to the back door of the car to pull the walker out. The pain of using it hasn't let up. As I'm heading toward the door I get shouldered aside by a pair of day laborers. They make a comment about fucking cripples never getting out of the way. Needless to say they don't bother holding the door, so I get to struggle with pulling it open, maneuvering the walker (which is bulky enough to need two hands) and keeping my balance. The laborers find this entertaining. Sunny the manager is kind enough to go grab my soda for me instead of me stumping through the whole store. I paste on a bright smile and thank him profusely before heading out. Fortunately getting the door open from the inside is a lot easier as long as I remember to lead with my butt.
I make it home, finally take my pain pills and stagger to my bed. Once the meds kick in I'll be able to stop crying. If I'm lucky I might even pass out for a while.
This is a bad pain day. I have far too many of these.
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Date: 2009-08-20 11:54 pm (UTC)To counteract them, I will share the lovely thing I saw the other day. A beautiful woman using a cane and moving stiffly-- obviously, to me, in a great deal of pain, but perhaps to others just looking stately-- was heading towards a convenience store door. (I was in the car while C pumped gas.) A pair of teens came out the door as she arrived, and instead of barrelling past her, as I expected, one of them held the door for her, smiling brightly at her. They exchanged words, I don't know what was said, but the one who held the door beamed all the way back to the car.
It was lovely, and gave me hope.
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Date: 2009-08-21 12:45 am (UTC)Are there any fast food drive thrus you can hit for a soda so you don't have to get out of the car unnecessarily?
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Date: 2009-08-21 12:52 am (UTC)And I live out in the sticks, hon. The gas station and grocery store have only been here for the last 5 years. The closest drive-thru is 10 miles into town.
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Date: 2009-08-21 01:28 am (UTC)I wish I was closer so I could do more for you.
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Date: 2009-08-21 02:12 am (UTC)I apologize for butting into your business with this. I have my gal pals with who also have migraines, and we have to tweak our medications in order to fight the good fight. (We have our daily meds, the abortants, the meds to take when there is a 3+ day migraine, and what you get when you go to the ER when the migraine has moved in.)
Last suggestion for the night: have you told your doctor about your daily schedule? He/she may have another trick up his/her sleeve.
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Date: 2009-08-21 02:20 am (UTC)I've had a few low-grade migraines (brought on by stress or med reactions) and I've got nothing but respect for y'all that keep functioning through them on a regular basis.
I've got a couple of appts next week, so I'll ask around for ideas. Wouldn't it be nice to find a med that let's you wake up refreshed, active and pain-free?
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Date: 2009-08-21 11:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-08-22 01:55 am (UTC)Sadly I can't go on beta blockers as my blood pressure is already low enough as it is.
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Date: 2009-08-22 02:05 am (UTC)You can also go to urgent care or the ER and get a shot of demerol/phenergan to knock the headache out quickly. Neurologists _hate_ when we do this because it's an opioid. For really entrenched migraines, it can come back as soon as the shot wears off. I had a nasty 23 day long migraine where I had 2 shots and it kept coming back. I went on a 10 day course of meloxicam and it finally died.
Are you on a preventative like topamax? It works for a lot of people. Also, do you belong to the migraines community? Lots of good people there. :)
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Date: 2009-08-21 01:39 am (UTC)I said the EXACT. SAME. THING.
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Date: 2009-08-21 04:18 am (UTC)I wish I could help, but I am too far away to help with the morning drive. I hope the new duty location will offer a school bus service.
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Date: 2009-08-21 07:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-21 09:01 am (UTC)Have you read this?
http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/the_spoon_theory/
This is the part where I say inappropriate things. You were warned.
Dude, you totally need to develop your metnal-y skills so you can just telepath the kids awake. Plus? Shaving your head? Tooootally makes getting ready so much easier. Bad news? Some scruffy Canadian guy will call you Wheels.
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Date: 2009-08-21 04:47 pm (UTC)Much love, and hope that the pain days lessen. I wish I didn't know of what you spoke of. But you describe it so well.
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Date: 2009-08-21 05:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-21 11:36 pm (UTC)*hugs*