I'm supposed to shower every--that's what it feels like I'm deviating from, but I really like showering. I hate being naked in the chill. I hate all the different washes, and remembering to rinse shampoo (I have hair???). And these days, no lie, I hate moving.
I was diagnosed with a bulging disk casually on Monday when they gave me the big D. Slept upright that night and moved very little until deciding I could totally drive to Santa Monica myself (inflicting other people on the cross 405 traffic is one of my least favourite things, whether I pay them to or not.) There I was officially diagnosed with one.
The steroids kicked in way fast--I was skeptical because I've been given them for migraines and they made zero difference, but they took at #10 down to a #2 in three (artificially induced sleep) hours, and as long as I don't upset my stomach with them, they're magic. It does remind me that I have cervical facet disease on my other side (because it's not being yelled over anymore), which means my "this procedure never works 100% was pretty much a lie--I just didn't know I was being left with disk pain. So next step is MRI and then epidural--but what do you do permanently for theses?
SAY IF YOU HAD INCOME????
Steroids say to take with meals. Pain says to take appetite. I'm juggling by using Benefiber which says will slow down the absorption of medication.
But I am terrified. Of pretty much everything. I freaked out the ER guys on Monday, and Tuesday I was constructing elaborate deaths for everyone in the office if they failed me.
I'm too terrified to ask how long the steroids last. I'm terrified of moving the wrong way. I'm terrified of moving suddenly (especially when driving) and hitting a pain wall. I'm terrified of my entire body. I don't want it anymore. Nothing is worth this. Zero. Nada. Zip. Rien. Zilch.
I'm tired of being terrified.