Hi,
I’m sure you’ve all been waiting with bated breath for my
latest bit of information and charming anecdotes. By “all of you” I mean my husband guy because
I think he’s the only one who is reading this.
He is contractually obligated to love me in sickness and in health and
read stories he’s already heard in person, so that’s the way it goes.
My mother in law, Em has come to assist with everything and
help my husband share in the joy of hearing me complain. I’m the gift that just keeps giving. I’ve been on a steroid medication called prednisone
for the last week or so. I took the last
one today, which is really horrible news for me. Since I started those, I have only had one
minor back spasm. While I’m still
really, really slow at least I’m only extremely uncomfortable now. A massive improvement overall, and now they
are all gone. That makes me sad. Seriously, sad.
Interesting side effect of steroids (other than growing a
beard and mustache, which is coming in nicely, thank you) is massive mood
swings. Not like, oh I’m happy and now I
feel blue, it’s I’m laughing (for no reason) until I snort like a pig then I
start crying because I’m just a pig.
Just like that. I have requested
repeatedly that someone fetch me something glass that I could break, (there are
some feelings of anger interspersed to add interest to the process) but so far no one has complied. They know I’m in no
shape to clean up after myself, so it’s really just self preservation on their
part. I’m too slow to go and find something
myself, by the time I found something break-worthy the mood swing would be on
to something bigger and better. Overall,
annoying. Oh, and in the interest of
full disclosure, I think the medication makes me smell weird. So that is also awesome.
I made dinner last night.
Anyone who knows anything about me knows I really love to cook. I made the ever challenging grilled cheese
sandwich, ah yes, sounds boring but with Muenster cheese, fresh tomatoes,
onions, garlic butter, sounded so good.
And do-able. Did I mention I am
slow? Painfully, agonizingly slow. As I result, I burned all the grilled cheese
sandwiches. So then, the burned grilled cheese
was salted with my tears of frustration.
Overall, not delicious. If you
look, you will notice dinner was not featured on my Facebook page. Which is really one of the few things I use
Facebook for, to show what I made to eat.
Yes, sad I know. Crying now.
Em has some of her own medical concerns and has done a great
job powering through with my upkeep.
People leap to attend to my every wish and need, whether I want them to
or not (not that I don’t really appreciate the help, often if it wasn’t for
someone standing right by me, I would just fall down. My balance is nearly non existent). I feel like
a prize pony, a whiny, sad, lame, prize pony.
After an appointment with the doctor on Friday, we went out to
lunch. She held me up, I held her up, and
together we looked like the slowest team in a three legged race. Ever. My
husband does his best to keep us both alive, bless his heart. His work is cut out for him.
I’m still taking a time released pain pill called Tramadol
and Gabapentin for nerve pain. I can
take Tylenol, but nothing with aspirin in it.
Tylenol sucks. I mean it’s great
if you have a headache, but I don’t have a headache so it’s just this side of
useless. Why do I take it? Because it is just THIS side of useless. As soon as it’s THAT side of useless, I’ll
stop.
I hope to God this surgery works because overall things are
sort of a drag. Thankfully, my father in law is coming to help
with the horses while I’m at the hospital for surgery. So, that’s good news at least.
Five days to surgery and counting.
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