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.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Reflections

This is something that I started to think about yesterday, so I thought I'd put some thoughts down. My inspiration came up during a scene of "24" season 1 when one of the characters was having to deal with a broken arm, and was crying.

Last winter, I broke my left wrist after a motorcycle accident. After the accident, I managed to drive the motorcycle (and the left wrist operates the clutch to switch gears), I went home, and slept on it. The next morning, I finally threw in the towel and went to an urgent care center. But it was because I knew that the pain was not a sprain, and while it was not getting worse, it was not getting better. Never did the pain in my wrist never brought me to tears.

I was wondering if the years of the pain I suffered contributed in part to how I deal with pain. I'm not excited to experiment with this concept. By far, the most intense pain I've dealt with in recent memory was almost a year ago, when a botched spinal tap required the use of a blood patch. I left the spinal tap procedure okay (Friday), but by Saturday my head was so painful that I was confined to bed. Being confined to bed because of pain was nothing new, so I assumed it was a flare of my normal pain. By Sunday, I knew that this pain was a bit different, but still couldn't get up except to the couch. Monday, I called in sick, and by late morning, I tried to run a couple errands. I drove a few miles, but the pain was so vice like that I could barely hold my head up, so I turned back. Late Monday afternoon, my call was returned with instructions to get back to the clinic. I managed to drive the two miles to the clinic, and was told that I had a spinal leak and needed a blood patch. But by that point, I was quite sick, and it took a while to get a line in to even get my blood. Sure enough, I was able to situp after the patch, and walked out to carefully drive home.

But even though it was difficult to hold my head up, I only felt like I was going to throw up. In years past, by the time I'd been suffering with my pain, I'd actually be throwing up. I had been given IM Zofran since I'd throw up the pill version of the same medication.

I don't plan on having children, so I can toss out the idea if labor would be painful to me. But going on my sister's experience, my guess is that labor wouldn't be a problem for me. This is something that most people don't brag about - but I hope this helps explain things a bit better.

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