Also, I only just now realized that it's probably (past) Magic Beer time! I should do something about that.
I want Magic Beer, but, given that I'm taking percocet and flexiril around the clock, I can't exactly *drink* it. If I happen to be out and see it, I'm going to buy it and stash it for when I'm not consuming large quantities of narcotics.
My back pain is still at "tolerable," and I'm hoping it'll get with the program and go away totally. Still, it's light-years better than it was yesterday.
Seriously, you guys. I couldn't stand, couldn't walk -- I had to hit the floor on all fours and army crawl to the door, and even that was agonizing, because *any* movement of my left leg, even passive movement, was excruciating. I was weeping and howling and gasping non-stop. I've never been like that before. I think it scared the hell out of The Boy.
Although he told me later (after we got home from the ER and the crisis was averted) "You're a hard person to help." I *know* that, but here's the sitch: he kept telling me to lean on him, or wanted to help me roll over/stand up/whatever, and the problem FOR ME was that I didn't know what would be okay and what would cause way more pain. And I was afraid that if I leaned on him, if the pain was too bad, I'd hit the floor and take him down with me.
Of course I couldn't explain all that during the worst of the pain, because all I could do was weep and gasp and howl. But when I explained it last night, he seemed to accept it.
Although he still seemed a little annoyed at me for not accepting help, and it was all I could do to *not* snap "This is SO Not About You, buddy," at him.
Anyway, I'm chilling out, taking my drugs, hoping the pain will keep on receding.
The weirdest fucking thing happened in the middle of the night (while The Boy was at a party): all of a sudden, the whole front side of my leg and the sole of my foot started *burning* horribly. Like, to the point where I thought I was having some sort of delayed reaction to the dilaudid and that maybe my leg was going to be all covered in blisters.
It wasn't; it was just this awful burning feeling that lasted for about 30 minutes and then was gone. It happened again in the middle of the night -- same thing, about 30 minutes and then gone.
I'm wondering if that burny-ness was similar to getting pins-and-needles in a limb -- you know how, when you have pins-and-needles, and you adjust yourself in order to alleviate the pins-and-needles, but in getting your limb in a healthy position, the pins-and-needles get WORSE momentarily before they get better? I'm wondering -- hoping -- that that's what was behind the burny-ness in my leg last night. That maybe whatever inflamed muscle was pressing on my sciatic nerve got less inflamed, and so the sciatic nerve was less compressed, and was doing the pins-and-needles thing as it got back into a non-compressed state of being.
Of course, that could be total bullshit wishful thinking, but it does make a certain kind of sense. To me, at least.