OMG - how do people with chronic pain do this? This hip shit has only been less than two weeks and I have a fantastic doc who has given me the meds to keep it at bay. But I can't function on the drugs, I've missed about half a week of work and I have a new class that starts today.
The tears are hovering and I just wanna crawl in bed until this goes away. But I can't. I have shit to do. My BFF is helping me drive H to her dance class this evening so I could take my meds. Tomorrow I'll have to go med-less to be able to drive myself to PT. And as much as I would love that to be a magic solution, I know that is a process in itself.
Suzi, I mostly don't. I'm in aww of the people in chronic pain who manage to be productive.
how do people with chronic pain do this?
Gritting our teeth, having an overdeveloped sense of responsibility, and ignoring the fact that we're probably wrecking our health long-term?
I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS PATH. Don't follow my example.
My beloved was a stubborn, stubborn man. But he was also on a lot of drugs. OK, he made a joke that the checklist of possible results of drug testing was his to-do list (he never did get the checkmark for marijuana, he was a little disappointed). He spent a lot of days in bed, but sheer bloodyminded force of will got him up and out of the house.
I hope the PT gets you some relief, Suzi.
how do people with chronic pain do this?
Alternating between ignoring it and doing just enough to mitigate it until I can't function any more and do nothing for a day or more, feeling like a broken slacker the whole time? Wait until my pain stays at a 7 for at least two days before seeing my PT? Spend at least a half hour a day lying on my living room floor letting my back unwind? Judicious and sparing use of a heating pad, muscle relaxants, booze, Ambien, or "herbal relief?" Go to yoga, but not regularly enough?
Some of these are better methods than others.
I feel like I'm on the mountaintop, spinning around in glorious mental illness pride freedom, and they're playing hide and seek with the Nazis.
This is a thing of beauty, smonster. (funnily enough, I mistyped 'think of beauty...which I think is more true.)
I'm sorry for the impetus for the thought, but the thought is awesome.
Especially since pasta is the one thing I can reliably get her to eat.
Fusilli, butter and parm might work.
My sleep schedule is all screwed up, and I'm hurting and I don't have any pain meds. I'm considering making ramen at 1:22 AM, because my brain seems to think this will help somehow.
I wish I could pass on leftover pain pills from my surgery to those of you who need them so much. (Pretty sure it's a felony, though.)
I'm considering making ramen at 1:22 AM, because my brain seems to think this will help somehow.
I'd listen to the brain in this instance. I hope you were able to sleep after the carb load.
