You know how I talk about life being a rollercoaster??? Tuesday and Wednesday were the peaks. Today was the trough.
Crash.
The physiotherapist does not "get" CRPS. And to cut a long story short, she now says I can only go once every 2 weeks. I was distraught. I howled on the treadmill. Then I thought, ok, you are going to the pain specialist this afternoon. Tell him.
So I did. He is not impressed. I don't know what he can do, but I may be going to physio through the clinic now. We will see. They have many more treatments there I can do. And he reminded me of Bath, and that will be very intensive.
Anyway, the real trough was yet to come. Can I just say that I am seeing the world in slow motion right now. He put the canula in my foot and missed the vein, so the first injection of the drugs went into the foot, and I nearly leapt out of my skin. Pain. Unbelievable pain. So they let down the tourniquet thing and they started again. 2 worms. 2 tourniquets. Perfect. Apparently last week I only had a partial dose. Today I had the full one. You have no idea. NO idea.
And when they released the tourniquet, the wave of unbelievable heat rushed up my entire body. Wow. So I am totally and utterly spaced out. And I will be off to bed in a sec and I fully intend staying there for the next heaven knows how many hours. A long time. Seeing the world in slow motion and in triplicate is not great.
This woosy discombobulated womanis signing off for now.
PS. Thank you so much for all your lovely comments. And I am sorry I have not visited everyone yet. And about the name....that is up to the Bump's parents. She has a lovely name, but they may not want me to say what it is. We will see.
Bed. I need my bed.
16 comments:
Oh dear.
Incredible highs followed by yuck. My sympathies, dear friend!
Rest well so that Granny will be able to enjoy her girl again in no time!
Oh dear heavens! Sometimes I feel like getting out my little paddle and taking after some folks in your world. Take to thy bed, Dear One and sleep the sleep of the blessed. Then eat something very good...very, very, preferably chocolate. Saying a prayer even now...
Oh my! You definitely need to catch your breath and your strength back. Hope you get some good rest to face what needs to be faced.
I am so sorry for the distressing session today. I do hope you rest well and feel better Linds. I am praying for you. As far as Bumps name goes, I will just call her Bump as you have. All I know is that she is such a beautiful and perfect baby girl. I am happy for you. Take care.
Love and Hugs, Laurie
I am so pleased that someone other than me uses the word "discombobulated"! It's a splendid word. Sorry to hear that your treatment was so traumatic again.
I'm so sorry - you poor thing. Wish there was something (physical) I could actually do. Thinking of you (highs and lows)and sending you some Cyber sister love, hugs and prayers.
Sleep.
Bless your heart! I wish I could help in some way. I'll pray for you, though. Rest well.
MG
I so do not like the thought of any of my friends in pain:-( I cringed when reading what you went through, my goodness. I do hope you've been able to sleep and will back up on your feet real soon. Know that I'm thinking of you my friend. xoxo
Yikes - I was sucking in my breath at the thought of the pain! I have a low tolerance to begin with, and this sounds excruciating!! Bless your heart. I wish I could be there to do something for you! You need a hug on little Bump.
That treatment sounds like some type of torture!!
Try to rest and I'm praying the pain will quickly pass.
xo
Sorry that you have gone down like this. So typical of life,up one minute then it shoots you down the next!Hang in there.
As for little one,if mom and dad decide that we can't know her name then we either will call her bump or you could give her a special blog name.
Hope you are feeling better! Your new precious grandaughter is lovely. I wrote you the other day about how she and my father share the same birthday. I wrote a tribute to him today on my site since I just figured out how to post photos!!!
Oh dear, poor you. I'm so sorry and hope you feel better today.
And I've only just found out that the Bump has arrived!!!! She's absolutely beautiful. And goodness, I predicted her arrival! Now, maybe I could predict the Lottery numbers if I could just get back into the right frame of mind. Where's that crystal ball again?
Many congratulations, dear Granny.
I am so sorry, Linds. That sounds positively dreadful. I am glad that you did have such a wonderful high this week to help make the week better.
Linds, If loving thoughts could heal, you'd be feeling so much better.
When those caring for you don't seem to measure up, (like sticking you in the wrong places) it's o.k. to tell them how you feel about it, and even more reason to treat yourself gently, as soon as you can find the choc-
olate and whatever you drink with it.
I am praying for you across the miles.
Oh Linds, I'm so sorry, honestly I'm beyond frustrated just hearing about your struggles with this. I can only imagine how stressful it is for you.
Praying :)
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