Ow.
A few days ago I got hurt. I think it started when I felt a twinge in my back while I was doing my stocking job overnight. I was able to ignore it and it wasn't that bad. I can't remember if I pulled out a heating wrap that night, but I certainly finished my day's work.
But two nights ago? It had gotten to the point that I absolutely could not do my work and I had to go home. I have no idea when I'm going to be able to go back to work. Perhaps this will give me the impetus to find that non-physical job that I know I need to get. It's amazing what you can do when you *must* do something. You couldn't get me to eat an ant now, but if I'm starving in the wilderness, well, I'm sure I could find a way.
Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday not completely convinced that it wasn't a kidney stone. Apparently it is just a muscle problem because it's too low to be a kidney problem. Also, other kidney-problem symptoms such as high fever and cloudy urine simply aren't there.
But, oh, the pain. Sitting down and getting up are forms of torture. Simply rolling over in bed is extremely unpleasant. Unless my pain pills are at their strongest I can't do stairs. However, I've found creative ways of getting things done. I can't lean down to flush the toilet, but for some reason I am able to kick my foot up and push the toilet handle down with my toe. I'm still not sure of the rules for dealing with my pain. And despite my suffering, I am sure that I am exaggerating to a certain extent. I'm not hurting very much as I type this. I'm just not looking forward to getting up again.
I do have a bit of good news. I'm up for an interview for a work-from-home Data Analyst job with IBM. I can't tell you how much I'm hoping and praying that I can land this. Pray for me. If you are an atheist, send me good thoughts. Not sure about that? Then cross your fingers. If you think it will do nothing, that's fine, but it certainly won't hurt. Hahaha.
Current regimen: Heat wraps, Wal-Mart brand of Aleve, carsiprodal/soma and some narcotic pill or other that I was very annoyed to have to walk into Wal-Mart and drop off myself. Rules about getting addicted, blah blah blah. I understand the rules and even support them, but, well, ow.
I wish I was completely convinced that the diagnosis was correct. I still worry because at its worst, it feels like a normal back problem: muscle cramps along the lower back. But when the pain meds kick in, the pain (while lessened) remains...and it moves to my left hip. Not sure what that means, time will tell. Hopefully I'm just a worrywart and it's just another symptom of muscle pain.
I know I'm whiny. Really, really, whiny. I'm sure that all the jokes about guys exaggerating suffering are applying here. Supposedly women are better at handling pain than men. (In support of this argument, can you imagine a guy going through child birth??) Never been a woman, so I can't be sure. Nevertheless, this is one of the few times that I partly wish I was one. There are support systems in place in case I can't go back to work, but my current jobs are already crap and I am so-so-so tired of already using these support systems in part. Supposedly there is no shame in getting help when you need it, but I feel it anyway. Read the part about the interview again; there is still a chance at a happy ending. The unhappy ending? Well, I'll carry on. There are always people who are doing worse and this isn't going to kill me, unlike some medical problems.
Well, that's the report. Send me a message if I don't keep you updated.
But two nights ago? It had gotten to the point that I absolutely could not do my work and I had to go home. I have no idea when I'm going to be able to go back to work. Perhaps this will give me the impetus to find that non-physical job that I know I need to get. It's amazing what you can do when you *must* do something. You couldn't get me to eat an ant now, but if I'm starving in the wilderness, well, I'm sure I could find a way.
Anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday not completely convinced that it wasn't a kidney stone. Apparently it is just a muscle problem because it's too low to be a kidney problem. Also, other kidney-problem symptoms such as high fever and cloudy urine simply aren't there.
But, oh, the pain. Sitting down and getting up are forms of torture. Simply rolling over in bed is extremely unpleasant. Unless my pain pills are at their strongest I can't do stairs. However, I've found creative ways of getting things done. I can't lean down to flush the toilet, but for some reason I am able to kick my foot up and push the toilet handle down with my toe. I'm still not sure of the rules for dealing with my pain. And despite my suffering, I am sure that I am exaggerating to a certain extent. I'm not hurting very much as I type this. I'm just not looking forward to getting up again.
I do have a bit of good news. I'm up for an interview for a work-from-home Data Analyst job with IBM. I can't tell you how much I'm hoping and praying that I can land this. Pray for me. If you are an atheist, send me good thoughts. Not sure about that? Then cross your fingers. If you think it will do nothing, that's fine, but it certainly won't hurt. Hahaha.
Current regimen: Heat wraps, Wal-Mart brand of Aleve, carsiprodal/soma and some narcotic pill or other that I was very annoyed to have to walk into Wal-Mart and drop off myself. Rules about getting addicted, blah blah blah. I understand the rules and even support them, but, well, ow.
I wish I was completely convinced that the diagnosis was correct. I still worry because at its worst, it feels like a normal back problem: muscle cramps along the lower back. But when the pain meds kick in, the pain (while lessened) remains...and it moves to my left hip. Not sure what that means, time will tell. Hopefully I'm just a worrywart and it's just another symptom of muscle pain.
I know I'm whiny. Really, really, whiny. I'm sure that all the jokes about guys exaggerating suffering are applying here. Supposedly women are better at handling pain than men. (In support of this argument, can you imagine a guy going through child birth??) Never been a woman, so I can't be sure. Nevertheless, this is one of the few times that I partly wish I was one. There are support systems in place in case I can't go back to work, but my current jobs are already crap and I am so-so-so tired of already using these support systems in part. Supposedly there is no shame in getting help when you need it, but I feel it anyway. Read the part about the interview again; there is still a chance at a happy ending. The unhappy ending? Well, I'll carry on. There are always people who are doing worse and this isn't going to kill me, unlike some medical problems.
Well, that's the report. Send me a message if I don't keep you updated.