Something Different!

Just thought I would give you few who visit here a small sample of the sort of thing I do when not doing research on the net or playing computer games. Enjoy!

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Some Relief At Last

Well, the Lyrica has proven beneficial in controlling the day in and day out all over muscular pain that I have been cursed with for some time now. It does make me feel a little like a limp rag, but since I only take it at bedtime, who cares? Now if I could just find something to stop the extreme low back pain!

Is Anybody Out There?

I see that I have one new member, but no new replies. Am I really that boring?

Adjustments

Well, the dose on the Lyrica was far too high. For about 12 hours I felt positively drunk..........lack of coordination, couldn't keep my eyes open, and couldn't concentrate. However, after sleeping very hard that night, I awoke the next day with virtually no pain. This effect lasted well into the afternoon. The end may just be in sight for this all day every day activity crippling pain.

New Hope

Today my doctor gave me a prescription for Lyrica. I do have a little trepidation about taking it because of the possibility of unpleasant side effects, but if it works it will give me a new lease on life. Because of my problems getting around, my property looks like the grapes of wrath, and I can't afford to hire anyone to keep it up for me. If my disability comes through, maybe that will change. The man I spoke to about my application didn't seem to think there would be any problem, but I can't help but think he was just trying to reassure me. I know how this process works. However, I live in hope.

Further Complications

My doctor has forbidden me to take take nsaids............for the rest of my life. This sudden sessation of the only consistant relief that I had from my chronic back pain has left me almost bedridden. I am barely able to walk down to the barn and back to feed and water my horse. If I didn't have the shopping cart to lean on, I would not be able to do the weekly shopping. As it is, by the time I am done making the rounds at Wal Mart, I am in agony. This plus the several thousand dollars in hospital bills has forced me to apply for disability/medicaid. I have little hope of actually qualifying, but it is my only alternative. On top of everything else, I have now developed phlebitis in my right leg just below the knee. I have begun to take herbal supplements to help thin my blood so that it won't get any worse, but the chance of my getting a DVT has now skyrocketed. It never rains!

On the upside, I recently rescued a tiny half starved kitten that has totally stolen my heart. She is black and white with a skunk-like white stripe down the center of her back, and small enough to hold in the palm of my hand. She's so cute I can hardly stand it, and she is really lifting my spirits.

Back At Last!

Well folks, I know it's been a really long time, but there have been extenuating circumstances. Along with all of the heallth problems my animals have had, I myself just got home from an extended hospital stay for a massivly bleeding duodinal ulcer. I awakened one morning wickedly nauseated, and before I could even sit down on the toilet seat to vomit into the bathtub, I collapsed unconscious onto the floor. Upon awakening, and before I could even push myself up to a sitting posistion I proceeded to vomit up the largest volume of blood I have ever seen. Once that was all done, (and believe me, it looked like something out of a horror film) I crawled, spattered in my own blood, back into my bedroom to call 911. The ambulance took me to the ER, where after some routine testing, I was promptly admitted. I can't remember too much from that first day, but I do know that my doctor seemed to be genuinely surprised that I could even stand after the blood loss I had suffered. An endoscopy confirmed the bleeding ulcer, and after 2 units of blood, alot of rest, IV fluids, medications and virtually nothing to eat for two and a half days, I began to improve. I am now home sweet home, and on the mend. My cat Stinky aparently thought I was never coming home again.............she dug herself in behind the drawers of my bathroom sink counter, and refused to come out even to eat (so says my sister, who was taking care of her in my absence). Now that I'm back, she clings to my side like a puppy. If I leave the room for any reason, she stands at the door and cries. Poor kitty! She was just like this when Shelly, her very best friend in the world, died. I thought only dogs suffered loss this acutely. As much as I adore cats, I obviously have not given them enough credit.