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All fucked up and nowhere to go

For the record, let me say this.  I am SICK AND TIRED of being SICK.  Or hurt, or whatever the hell is going on.

After getting back from the surgery it was the creeping crud, probably the flu on a bender through my body.  FINALLY kicked that and ended up with a particularly nasty UTI.  I’m not one of those people who’s prone to them and haven’t had any of the activities that typically prompt them, so it was apparently just Mother Nature deciding to kick me while I was down.  Then as I was waving good-bye to the UTI my back went out – bigtime.  I was immensely grateful for the one remaining percocet from my knee surgery because it was the only way I survived work Friday.  For the past few days I’ve been waking up in agony several times a night and no amount of over-the-counter stuff is making a dent.  I think it’s a little better today – but not about to guarantee it.

I sprung for a chiropractor visit Friday, which didn’t make any appreciable difference. I’ll go back tomorrow but if I don’t see a genuine improvement I won’t be slapping down any more money for that.  I get the same story from every chiro (yes, I went to a different one this time. for a number of reasons.)  But nobody really can fix the issue long-term.  And it’s not a big surprise: my family has a history of scoliosis and my back’s twisted like a pretzel.  My regular doc says the same thing.  Trouble is it’s not curved to one side or another, or forward or backward – my upper body is angled in comparison to my pelvic bones.  Which no doubt aggravated the knee situation.  Leg-bone’s connected to the hip-bone and all that jazz.  All of which makes it supremely impractical, maybe even impossible, to really do anything about it short of casting me.  And that ain’t happening, boys and girls.

Fortunately I don’t get hit with this crap often, not to this debilitating degree.  And it will pass.  I just have to sleep on the floor for a few hours a night and spend as much time as I can on my feet and walking.  Thank GOD for the knee surgery before Thanksgiving.  If I couldn’t walk this time around – and walk a lot – I don’t know what I’d have done.  The knee’s a bit stiff because of the glut of walking; I’ll take stiffness over pain ANY day.

All I can say is that this had better be the end of the health-related bullshit because I am so over it.

The kids’ Christmas presents were a solid hit.  Every child unit said they’d have rather had the photo-and-history album than something ridiculously expensive.  My older daughter raved about it, saying it was hands-down the best Christmas gift she’d ever received.  Younger daughter immediately plugged in about 75 pictures on her Facebook page, tagging them all and including many of me I’d just as well kill.  Ugh.  Oh well, I’m glad the kids have the information now.  And I have a request for more family info come this time next year, to be added as we go, with plans already in the works to expand on the project and pass it on to the next generation.

G stayed awake until midnight last night.  I was out by 9-ish and slept through ’til 4:30 this morning.  Back woke me up but at least I got in several solid hours of sleep first, and in the bed.

The orthopedic surgeon is following up with the knee til further notice.  He gave me a bit more info about the syndrome and lucky me – it’s literally a one-in-a-million disease.  As in, it only occurs in about 1.8 in a million people.  Unfortunately other numbers aren’t as kind, as there’s a roughly 50-50 chance of recurrence (hence the aggressive follow-up.)  It’s also not surprising it wasn’t diagnosed earlier because it’s 1) obscure as heck and 2) extremely tough to diagnose.  About the only way is through MRI and even that isn’t always reliable.  If it interests you, look up pigmented villonodular synovitis.

I swear I am not one of those idiots gripped by Munchhausen by Internet.  I don’t get my jollies by pretending dire illnesses to suck up sympathy.  I’m frustrated by this stuff and would prefer to get rid of it rather than to keep droning on about it!  I’m a hell of a lot more interested in writing and in traveling and photography than I am in sitting on my fat ass being sick or hurting.  Gah!!  I want to learn to geocache!  I want to be able to drive for further than a 15-minute trip without it creating massive pain.  I want to go hiking and fishing and crystal hunting again.  I want to go to the art museum downtown.  There’s too much really awesome stuff to do for me to be sidelined constantly by health issues!

The house from my last entry is gone again.  I’m philosophical about it for a number of reasons.  I loved the house but the location actually gave me pause.  And it may come ’round again, in a few more weeks.  It’s a short sale, and the bank’s been turning down all offers.  There are still plenty of good homes out there, and thanks to all the BS with my health we’ve got to wait a bit longer than expected anyway.  Dammit.  But we’ll survive and we’ll get there, one way or another.

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