Wednesday was not a good day at work. Lets just say I was having very HPS’ish woman issues. As the day went on, the problems became worse. And when those problems are worse, it seems like everything else gets “stirred up” as well.
My GI issues have been much improved lately. I wish I could tell you why, or what the “magic bullet” has been, but I have no idea. After 10 months of almost constant runs, suddenly things sort of “normalized.” That is except for Wednesday.
By lunch time I’d been to the bathroom nine times. My joints were aching much, much worse than usual (lately they haven’t bothered me at all hardly) and I had that lower back pain like I had at NIH in April. It’s a sharp kind of pain and no matter what you do, lay, sit or stand, you can’t get any relief.
Finally, I’d had enough. I really didn’t want to go home. I’d like to make it through at least most of the rest of the year without having to leave in the middle of the day for medical stuff. Besides, if I could hold out just a few more hours, I could save myself a $25 cab fare home.
Back in April when I was having the horrible lower back pain, Kevin had given me a script for Oxycodone. He gave me 30 of them in April, and I’ve got 18.5 left. I hate using them for fear I’ll get hooked. But, with this joint pain, when it gets bad Tylenol just doesn’t even start to touch it.
So, I broke down. I cut one of the pills in half (they make me very sleepy) and took it. About 45 minutes later I felt great. I felt really great. I didn’t feel groggy, but I had no pain. None. I worked the rest of the day in bliss.
When I got home I walked in the door with my mental list of things to do. I was excited that I felt up to doing them. I turned on the evening news to see what had happened in the world since I’d left for work. The next thing I knew it was 10:00pm. How did that happen?
I got up, took my medication, and went to bed. Why bother with dinner at that point? And, I slept wonderfully until the next morning. Who knows?
My GI issues have been much improved lately. I wish I could tell you why, or what the “magic bullet” has been, but I have no idea. After 10 months of almost constant runs, suddenly things sort of “normalized.” That is except for Wednesday.
By lunch time I’d been to the bathroom nine times. My joints were aching much, much worse than usual (lately they haven’t bothered me at all hardly) and I had that lower back pain like I had at NIH in April. It’s a sharp kind of pain and no matter what you do, lay, sit or stand, you can’t get any relief.
Finally, I’d had enough. I really didn’t want to go home. I’d like to make it through at least most of the rest of the year without having to leave in the middle of the day for medical stuff. Besides, if I could hold out just a few more hours, I could save myself a $25 cab fare home.
Back in April when I was having the horrible lower back pain, Kevin had given me a script for Oxycodone. He gave me 30 of them in April, and I’ve got 18.5 left. I hate using them for fear I’ll get hooked. But, with this joint pain, when it gets bad Tylenol just doesn’t even start to touch it.
So, I broke down. I cut one of the pills in half (they make me very sleepy) and took it. About 45 minutes later I felt great. I felt really great. I didn’t feel groggy, but I had no pain. None. I worked the rest of the day in bliss.
When I got home I walked in the door with my mental list of things to do. I was excited that I felt up to doing them. I turned on the evening news to see what had happened in the world since I’d left for work. The next thing I knew it was 10:00pm. How did that happen?
I got up, took my medication, and went to bed. Why bother with dinner at that point? And, I slept wonderfully until the next morning. Who knows?
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