October 1st, 2013


Well, THIS sucks

Yesterday was PT, and was fairly SOP.  A couple of new exercises that I can't follow up on at home because I don't have that piece of equipment, and more work on internal rotation (behind my back.)  I'm not doing well with that at all - when everything is all warmed up, at best I can raise the arm as far as my waist, and that's exquisitely painful.  I asked, because it was freaking me out, and she tells me that I'm right where I need to be.  Apparently rotation is the hardest motion to regain, and we're only just starting to work on it.  But it hurts enough to make me cry.  It also hurts *all the time* again - this seems to happen every time they up the ante, so I'm not worried, but it's wearing to be in this much pain.  That's not the sucky part.

Here's the sucky part - on the advice of the doctor, I take a pain pill about an hour before my PT.  Lately, I've been taking one before bed the day of my PT because, well, damn.  Lately they've been making me feel a bit ill, but I gather that's not terribly unusual.  Well, as of yesterday, they're done.  As we were driving home from PT I was feeling a bit more nauseated than usual, and laid right down when Bob dropped me off.  Usually I spend a couple of hours sleeping the pill off, and then I'm droopy, but fine.  This time it didn't go away.  By lunchtime I was actually more nauseated than I was when I laid down.  Thinking that maybe the empty stomach was part of the problem, I went out to the kitchen to grab lunch.  Putting my salad together was more than my system could deal with - luckily I didn't have a chance to eat any of it, and even more luckily I made it to the bathroom.  Yay for that - of course with nothing in my stomach it was a somewhat unpleasant interlude, but apparently my system didn't feel obliged to try to bring up something that wasn't actually there, and blessedly it did make me feel a little better.  I had lunch, and it stayed put, but the nausea didn't go away.  At about 2:00pm I called the doctor's office.  It wasn't a medical emergency, but I did feel like I wanted to talk to them in case there was something more to worry about.  They suggested Dramamine for the nausea - that's just ducky: I don't have any in the house and I can't drive.  Real helpful.  Then they suggested switching me to Vicodin.  The last time I had Vicodin - in a small dose - all of this stuff happened plus the inability to walk or think.  Joy.  They're supposed to get back to me.  We'll see.

Eventually I moved off the couch and made myself a nest of pillows on the bathroom floor, and cranked the TV up until I could listen to it, and dozed until Bob got home with some Dramamine.  That knocked things down enough for me to have a very bland dinner and go to bed early.  I took the pill at 8:00am on Monday, and it knocked me flat for about twenty-four hours.  No more Tylox for me.  The worst part is that I missed all my homework, and it's most effective right after the physical terrorist has worked me over.

And the TRULY sucky part - unless the doctor comes up with something, I'm going to be doing the rest of my PT with no chemical support, and I'm so not looking forward to that.  Not to mention the fear that if I'm now reacting badly to oxycodone and hydrocodone, what if I'm done with painkillers altogether?  I've got more dental work in my future, and that idea just rots.  This is not encouraging.

At some point I'll talk to the doctor, and see what there is to see.  Right now I hurt, and I'm afraid to take anything.  I'm a bit afraid to eat breakfast, to be honest.

It's just one damn thing after another, isn't it?

Hunting and Fishing Appreciation Day

Last weekend the DEEP (Department of Energy and Environmental Protection) held a hunting and fishing appreciation day at Sessions Woods, right up the road from where I live.  Dad had been gently bugging me about it, and I decided that after the last couple of months something close to home appealed.  I figured we'd go, spend a few hours, and come home.  We ended up spending all day.  There were all sorts of booths and activities.  We met some sort of African tortoise named "Bob."  He has his name and phone number riveted to his shell in case of escape - he's 120 pounds, and was working on pushing the hay bales out of his way: escape was a real possibility.  They move faster than I would have thought.  There were all sorts of interesting people there - lots of displays from the DEEP, trappers, rod and gun clubs, dog demonstrations, archery, fishing stuff...  All four of us had something to do and something to see and people to talk to.  It was also nice to see how many families were there, and how many kids.  My dad pointed out later that it was the best behaved bunch of kids we've seen in a long time - no meltdowns, no bad behavior, almost no whining.  Astonishing.

First thing we tried out was a setup to teach the kids how to cast using something called "Backyard Bass."  Very clever - I think those might make an appearance at Christmas.  The guy was incredibly patient - he kept at it until Charlotte "caught" a fish.
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It was a nice, relaxing day for everyone, and was really the first chance that dad has had to do "his" stuff with her.  Mom said he was bubbling about it when he got home.  And SHE got a day to herself, so it was something for everyone.  Assuming no scheduling conflicts we'll go back next year.