Posted 2/18/2015 5:56 AM (GMT 0)
Just a vent, no need to worry over my ramblings. I just have to get this out, maybe then it will quit slamming around inside my head. I am sure you guys will understand.
Tomorrow will be a year since I fell and screwed up my life. I have made extremely limited progress in healing. It has gotten worse in some ways. I still cant raise my arm without screaming out in pain, pull open the fridge door or hold a cup in my hand with any security. Gravity kicks my butt quite often. This year has been so difficult. So many changes.
I don't think there has been but a dozen nights where I actually slept more than 4 hours. Finding a position for comfort is simply impossible. I have been called a drug seeker (taking no meds at the time), accused of faking, yelled at for not healing, told I was just trying to get out of work (while I was still working) and that my symptoms make no sense. I am just so difficult. I have attended almost one hundred painful pt sessions, repeated been shot in my shoulder and elbow, given two medicines which my body impressively rejected, endured exhausting exams and suffered two procedures which were so barbaric they required me to be knocked out. I have this uncanny ability to pass every test they give me which just confuses them more; but frustrates me the most.
Next month I hope to have the answer. A top rated specialist is just two states away. I believe this is finally the right diagnosis, yep, and just my luck the treatment is hit or miss. More pt or surgery to remove muscles and bones, risking further nerve and soft tissue damage. Few patients reclaim their original lives, or anything close.
I don't know what to root for...should I be happy if he says "yes it is" or terrified if he says no. Neither answer will be good. The only consolation to a "yes it is" is that I would at least know and have it on paper. I would simply have a name for the monster. But that would also be sentencing me to a lifetime of agony and disability. A no would send me back into the 'what the heck is going on" rollercoaster, which so far has been just a ray of sunshine.
I am just so utterly sad tonight and disappointed. I am tired of the pain, tired of trying. I couldn't even pull the blanket around me without excruciating pain. My humor is super model thin right now...almost as thin as the remaining thenar muscle in my hand. I am deformed and it will only progress. This monster is just going to chew up more and more every day, no matter what I do. This is my life now, and it sucks. I sincerely thought I would be better by now. I mean seriously, who falls down and cant get back up after a year? I could have replaced a hip and been dancing by now, I could have grown a human being, finished half an associates degree, or built a house.
Instead I sit here with a new jigsaw puzzle completed, more than a foot of snow outside and sadness weighing me down as I try to ignore the muscle cramps, the firebolts racing through my neck & shoulder and all the screaming from my finger tips to my forehead. Tomorrow will be better, it has to be.
Happy anniversary.