writing about things that are not the pain I'm in

[dragonlady7]

So Lortabs are the same as Vicodin. Go figure! [Name Redacted] used to wax rhapsodic about how great Vicodin was, like for recreational use.
I kind of think it's all hype. I took one this morning, in the ER, and after about two hours, back at home, I managed to get comfortable and fall asleep, but that was possibly related to having had about four hours' sleep the previous night, and it still hurt if I moved at all. So I think it's kind of a crock. But whatever.

So I have been lying around thinking about stuff. Of course, on a day when I could do whatever I wanted, I'd choose to do just that. But today it drove me sort of nuts. I thought about all the stuff I had to be doing. I composed wonderful blog entries in my head. I wrote a letter to my grandmother.
I can't really sit. I can stand, and I can lie down, but sitting is tough to impossible. I am set up in Fi's bedroom, propped with pillows etc, and there is a desk there, so Z sits there sometimes and says hilarious things.

Z is a hero. He did many of the chores I'd procrastinated on doing, saving them for today, ha ha. (In my defense I ran around like a mad thing on Monday, and the things left for today were things I just didn't get to yet.)

He also did the grocery shopping. Which was an Epic Trip of Epicness that I'd been putting off, largely due to lack of funds. (MY paycheck cleared, which was cause for celebration and gives you insight into how broke we are. We solved the mystery of why Z was never paid for April, but that doesn't mean the money came. Just that it will, someday.)

So I am feeling lucky. But achy. And guess what! I use those muscles to do all sorts of essential things, like, oh, sitting, and also pooing. Ew! Ow! Bad surprise. (Who knew?)
So I can't sit. But I've been pondering pondersome things. And I found the excellent blog Things You Wouldn't Know If We Didn't Blog Incessantly, which provided a good hour or two of entertainment. I know; in my prime, that's a good four to eight hours, right there. But I'm distractable lately.

I'm supposed to work tomorrow. It's only four hours. How bad could it be? I can stand and not move. Right?
Yeah we're going to see about that. I wasn't given any prohibitions against anything, but I wasn't cleared to do anything either.

I helped make dinner. By standing still and pointing at things, like a child. Hm.

Comments

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

I learned on this last bout with the hospital that neither Lortabs nor the stuff in the pump (it's not morphine - I forget the name) do me the tiniest little bit of good. Not sure whether this is a blessing or a curse. But I'm discovering that it isn't all that uncommon.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Oh, boo!
I decided to try again tonight so I could maybe get some really good relaxing sleep, and this second one is working much better than the first. Not no pain, but there's less. I did supplement it with the ibuprofin, which I'm supposed to be on a maintenance dose of. Together they've got it so I can more or less sit up, which is pretty huge. And I have like two positions I can lie in, instead of almost one, so that's also awesome.
I don't have anything nearly so bad wrong with me, though, so I figure I can't really complain even if they do nothing. The doctor visit, I still don't know what it'll cost, but the medicine was only like $20, so I'll be whiny, cuz that's my specialty, but I am willing to suck it up and deal.

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

I am so, so, soooo sympathetic.

First off: the drugs only make you feel good if they are not burned up making you not feel bad. This is why people can take them while in pain and not get addicted.

Secondly: I was also very bad with the maintenance dose of iboprofin thing but when I did get on a roll, it helped a lot, so I recommend you do it.

Thirdly: You can't drive on vicodin, so can you get a ride to work? If not, and if you still need vicodin tomorrow, then work is out. Also, if you can get a ride but you can't stand for more than, say, ten minutes, then work is out. Try standing for half an hour late today and see what happens. If it's hell, call in sick. Er, injured.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

People can get addicted to drugs they need, though-- well, most of my data is from the bad old days of cocaine and morphine, but those were the painkillers available in the old days. (They do still use cocaine! Not often, though.)
But I do see your point.
I couldn't sleep last night no matter what, but I did have time to appreciate that I was really in very little pain-- I mean, it hurt to move, but I could actually move, which was an enormous improvement.
I've been keeping up on the maintenance ibuprofen thing-- I know you're not supposed to wait until you hurt to take it, because by then it's too late to have its maximum benefical effect.
The ibuprofen alone is doing an admirable job, I think. Not being able to sleep meant that I was able to space out the maintenance dose in smaller quantities overnight, and I woke up not too bad this morning. (Still had to wait until I could eat so I could take the pill so it could go into effect so I could go potty, but it was OK really.)

Standing is OK. I can't bend, i can't sit, but I can stand.
No Lortabs today so far, and I plan tentatively on holding off until I get home from work.
Taking a shower just really sucked just now. :(