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Dec. 10th, 2008 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy back is still unhappy. Thursday and Friday of last week were awful, and the weekend was only marginally better. Since then, I'm mostly having trouble in the mornings and when I'm in bed.
I'm still relying on another mother to get Cordelia to and from school, and I hate that. I'm grateful to her, grateful for the option, but it also feels like I'm imposing and failing.
The basic problem for my back seem to have a couple of centers. The primary problem, the one that doesn't go away, is just barely above my hips. Anything that makes my hips shift (like walking) makes pain radiate from that point on my spine across my back. Experimentation early on showed that moving my right leg was worse than moving my left, to the point that I could freely use my left leg but could barely bear to move my right.
Scott pulled the walker out of the basement on Thursday as soon as he got home from work. I used it Thursday and Friday. It worked much better than a cane because I could use it to take most of my upper body weight off of my legs for a fraction of a second while I shifted my right leg.
I took Flexeril through the weekend and stopped the Provigil (I couldn't find anything about how the two meds interact, and as Flexeril is something I take only a couple of times a year, I hadn't discussed it with the psychiatrist). It helped. I also dug out a heating pad we'd bought but never opened. That helped, too. Scott's parents took Cordelia Friday afternoon for an overnight.
Saturday, the walker became more trouble than it was worth, mainly because I spent a lot of time sleeping.
Sunday, Scott was quite sick. That makes three Sundays in a row. At least this one wasn't an allergy reaction. The theory at the moment is that the problem was the pecan pie his parents gave him. The evidence for that is that he got sick (though not as badly) yesterday after eating more of it on Monday.
As Scott commented, we can deal with one of us being ill. Having both of us partially incapacitated makes everything miserable.
I've not been sleeping well. I can't find a position in which to sleep that doesn't hurt, and things seem to stiffen and tighten over night. Even rolling over in bed is agony. It's not as bad as it was a couple of days ago, though. I'm no longer having to pull on the headboard of the bed in order to be able to move. I'm still having to turn in small increments with stopping to breathe through the sharp pain, but I can do it. I just wake up every time I move.
I've not been out of the house since Thursday morning. I'm starting to get frustrated about that. I really, really need to go to the post office, and I'd like to do some Christmas shopping. I've lost one library hold due to not being able to get down there (Scott's lost one, too). The bus stops are just too far away, and the sidewalks have been icy. The thought of a fall is terrifying. I'm getting better, after all, and don't want any additional injuries.
The really sad thing about the cabin fever is that I probably wouldn't be feeling it if I were able to go out. If I were able, I'd be finding excuses not to go. Going out is exhausting and uses up spoons, especially in this sort of weather.
Cordelia's been alternating between awful and very cuddly. She was particularly bad on Sunday when Scott and I were both in bad shape. I think she finds our fragility scary. There's also been some component of blaming herself and/or thinking I blame her for the initial injury. I've been trying to be clear to her that it's not her fault. I'm the one who chose not to let go of her hand and let her fall, and she didn't fall through carelessness or malice. She fell because we were walking on icy sidewalks and because she doesn't have a lot of experience with ice.
I'm still relying on another mother to get Cordelia to and from school, and I hate that. I'm grateful to her, grateful for the option, but it also feels like I'm imposing and failing.
The basic problem for my back seem to have a couple of centers. The primary problem, the one that doesn't go away, is just barely above my hips. Anything that makes my hips shift (like walking) makes pain radiate from that point on my spine across my back. Experimentation early on showed that moving my right leg was worse than moving my left, to the point that I could freely use my left leg but could barely bear to move my right.
Scott pulled the walker out of the basement on Thursday as soon as he got home from work. I used it Thursday and Friday. It worked much better than a cane because I could use it to take most of my upper body weight off of my legs for a fraction of a second while I shifted my right leg.
I took Flexeril through the weekend and stopped the Provigil (I couldn't find anything about how the two meds interact, and as Flexeril is something I take only a couple of times a year, I hadn't discussed it with the psychiatrist). It helped. I also dug out a heating pad we'd bought but never opened. That helped, too. Scott's parents took Cordelia Friday afternoon for an overnight.
Saturday, the walker became more trouble than it was worth, mainly because I spent a lot of time sleeping.
Sunday, Scott was quite sick. That makes three Sundays in a row. At least this one wasn't an allergy reaction. The theory at the moment is that the problem was the pecan pie his parents gave him. The evidence for that is that he got sick (though not as badly) yesterday after eating more of it on Monday.
As Scott commented, we can deal with one of us being ill. Having both of us partially incapacitated makes everything miserable.
I've not been sleeping well. I can't find a position in which to sleep that doesn't hurt, and things seem to stiffen and tighten over night. Even rolling over in bed is agony. It's not as bad as it was a couple of days ago, though. I'm no longer having to pull on the headboard of the bed in order to be able to move. I'm still having to turn in small increments with stopping to breathe through the sharp pain, but I can do it. I just wake up every time I move.
I've not been out of the house since Thursday morning. I'm starting to get frustrated about that. I really, really need to go to the post office, and I'd like to do some Christmas shopping. I've lost one library hold due to not being able to get down there (Scott's lost one, too). The bus stops are just too far away, and the sidewalks have been icy. The thought of a fall is terrifying. I'm getting better, after all, and don't want any additional injuries.
The really sad thing about the cabin fever is that I probably wouldn't be feeling it if I were able to go out. If I were able, I'd be finding excuses not to go. Going out is exhausting and uses up spoons, especially in this sort of weather.
Cordelia's been alternating between awful and very cuddly. She was particularly bad on Sunday when Scott and I were both in bad shape. I think she finds our fragility scary. There's also been some component of blaming herself and/or thinking I blame her for the initial injury. I've been trying to be clear to her that it's not her fault. I'm the one who chose not to let go of her hand and let her fall, and she didn't fall through carelessness or malice. She fell because we were walking on icy sidewalks and because she doesn't have a lot of experience with ice.
