And so................life changes

The week of May 5 - 10, 2014

This was written starting on May 27, 2014.  Yep, I'm still catching up!

Monday 5/5/14

Ron got me a new baggie of ice before he left for work at 4am, which I left on for 20 minutes or so, then took off so I could really sleep.
When I woke up, I managed to stumble out to the kitchen, made myself tea and refilled the baggie of ice, got a banana and the rest of the bag of Munchos for my lunch and went back to bed.  I left the ice on my back for 20 minutes or so, then that was it until Ron got home.  I just laid there and read and played my DS and slept.  When he got home, it was more ice.
That was my day.

I tossed and turned - as well as I was able to - all night long.  Not much sleep at all.  I am also nauseous most of the time, even though there is nothing in my stomach.

Tuesday 5/6/14

Pretty much a carbon copy of yesterday, except I ate dry roasted peanuts and a banana.
I did manage to get out of bed so Ron could take me up to my TOPS meeting, although I was just going to weigh in and not stay for the meeting (that's hard to do when you can't sit!), and I have lost 6.2 pounds!  I don't see how, not in just a couple of days, but I'll take it and run (I wish!).  We come back home and I watch NCIS with Ron, laying in my recliner.  He rescued me out of it - the recliner, that is.  I can't push the footrest down by myself - as soon as it was over, though, and I went straight back to bed with another baggie of ice.

Yet another restless night of sleep.  Still nauseous, too.

Wednesday 5/7/14

Okay, I admit - I can't stand it anymore!!  The ice by itself just isn't cutting it, so I call the doctor's office, even though I know I won't get to see MY doctor, which I hate.  But...I've got to do something now, and this is probably the cheapest route.  I call and get an appointment for later, and then start making calls and texts to get a ride over there.  Luckily, that turned out to be the easy part - getting the ride, that is.
Now - get up, get a shower, get dressed, OH YEAH - be ready when my sister got here.  Uh huh.  We take my car, which has reclining seats - the not being able to sit thing - and off we go.  I hobble into the doctor's office, and lay across a couple of seats until they call me.  The nurse who called me back changed her mind from putting me back in Room 4 and quickly put me in Room 1 when she saw my condition and didn't weigh me or anything, thank God!  The doctor ordered x-rays, gave me muscle relaxers and pain pills and that was about it.  Said the ice is a good thing, too.  She would call when she got the x-ray results.  Well, okay.
I went next door (yay!) to get the x-rays done, again laying across chairs until called.  Why are x-ray tables so hard?  The very last x-ray, she pulled my legs down (oh.my.god.) saying that she "wanted to get my spine as straight as possible."  Well, I hope to hell it was straight and not broken NOW.  Damn, did that hurt!  Even on top of what I was hurting.  I know she knew she hurt me, too, because I gasped and clenched up.  She could have at least warned me, I think.
Finally, we are on our way home.  After stopping by Walgreen's for my drugs, I offer my sister a bite of lunch - drive through somewhere for a sandwich, but she refused, so we just drove through Wendy's here in Bethel and got me a combo to eat once I was back home safely tucked up in bed.

The drugs didn't help much, not that I noticed.
I managed to get out of bed and watch Criminal Minds (why does it have to be Season Finale season right now?  I could miss an episode or two, but I can't miss Season Finales!!) and Ron rescues me from my recliner, then back to bed I go.
I took more drugs for the night, but still didn't sleep much.  Not as nauseous, but still there.

Thursday 5/8/14

I didn't get out of bed today, except to go pee.  Nothing.  I took my muscle relaxers every 8 hours, and my pain pills every 12.  I got 12 and 10 pills of those, respectively, and I wanted them to last!

Friday 5/9/14

I don't remember a whole lot about this day.  I do remember that Ron made me eat some supper, because I had not eaten yesterday, but I don't remember what.  I guess the drugs are doing something - they are making me stupid.  They sure aren't cutting the pain and/or helping me sleep.  They SURE aren't relaxing the muscles, either!  I think I hurt worse now than I did Sunday night.

Saturday 5/10/14

I MADE myself get out of bed and do my weigh-in this morning.  I am very aware that I have responsibilities and things to do, even though I feel so bad, my brain is still functioning and I know that things still need to be done, and that I am the one that does, or usually does, them.  Some of them, of course, like grocery shopping and dishes, are just gonna have to wait, but the things I can force myself to do, I will.  So, I have Corgan set up the Wii and I come out and do my weigh-in.
According to the Wii, I have lost almost 8 pounds!  7.9 to be exact.  Well.  I send it off to the coordinator, with a note that I had fallen on Sunday, and don't recommend this diet.
I went back to bed, and that was my day.
Ron brought me in some supper, and I managed to eat a few bites of it, but I just don't have any kind of appetite any more.  None at all.  That's kinda worrisome, because I did earlier this week, and now I don't.  Maybe that's another effect of those pills, I don't know.  I am not as nauseous, but I don't have an appetite.  Weird.


So - I have made it through one week of this.  I don't like it.  Not at all.