Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Friday, October 03, 2003

*ugh* What a week! That annoying cold took three days out of my week. Yesterday, something happened that triggered an afternoon of sharp, stabbing pain in my right temple (I think it all started after I tilted my head down and to the right to look at something on my desk - but I could be wrong). Then I somehow, I managed to get laundry done (after a two hour nap). I waited until this morning to pack my weekend things (because my cats recognize what it is, and get mad), and then ran a couple errands before making it into work.

My Mom had her nerve block (to help the pain of the C7 vertebrae pushing on a nerve). The nurse didn't get the IV in her vein, so she was awake for the procedure. The anesthesiologist gave her a local anesthetic injection, but she was in a lot of pain for a couple of days. Last night, she told me that it was feeling much better (hopefully worth what she had to go through). I have had so many nerve blocks that my doctor could do them in his office - with local anesthetic or not (that's not a trophy I want though). I am so familar with how they go, that it pained me that I wasn't there for my mother for hers.

I also finally got the x-ray done on my elbow. It was a week ago today when I slipped and fell, mostly landing on the left elbow. Hopefully Monday I'll find out if there's anything that can be done to help minimize the pain and swelling.

In a couple of hours, I am supposed to meet with the Medtronic rep for another adjustment. The program nurse who coordinates these appointments was telling me not to get discourged. I hope she's right.

A positive outlook is supposed to help you heal, but it also helps a chronic pain sufferer manage. It wasn't until I started Wellbutrin (to see if it would help in the pain), that I could find ways to manage the pain, and keep an optimistic outlook for the future. When that doesn't work, and I feel as if there's no hope, I look at the picture of one of my cousins. He killed himself before Memorial Day weekend. We think it was because he felt like he didn't belong with either of his families, and he felt alone in the world. His picture reminds me that the pain can make you feel alone, I know that I'm not alone. I have resources to confide in, and that I can make it through today. Tomorrow is something to worry about when it arrives. Have a great weekend!