I am blah.
The end.
No, actually, I'll add a little more. For my faithful readers, I want to remind you that this blog is my vent. It's my creative outlet, and it's my release. I have no intention of sharing anything important here. It's just me, getting out whatever is on my mind. If you wish to have facts, figures or other meaninful information, I direct you www.wikipedia.com.
So, today, I feel BLAH. I have been very fortunate for the past few years. My 4 herniated discs (2 in the lumbar area, and two in my neck) have not bothered me much at all. Recently, though, I have been having numbness and pain from my right shoulder, all the way down my arm. The fingers, especially my thumb, pointer and middle finger, all get the pins and needles sensation. My arm, mainly the upper arm and shoulder, aches. It's not much of an issue during the day, but the pain is waking me up at night. Repeatedly. My neurologist told me a few years back that this was actually coming from the bad discs in my neck, and that when it started interfering with daily life, it'd be time for surgery.
Last night I took a proactive Tylenol 3 before I went to bed. I did not want the pain to start. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but today, I feel pretty rotten about taking it. But the fact is, that once the pain gets started, medication doesn't seem to knock it out so I can go back to sleep. The only thing that does is getting up out of bed, and that means I am not sleeping. It's a catch 22.
Today's blah is a combination of not sleeping, plus the lingering effects of the codeine. It stinks. I feel like I am dragging concrete blocks. On top of that, my shoulder STILL hurts.
Time to schedule a doctors appointment.
Blah.
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GO TO THE NEUROLOGIST. When they told me the disk was slipped, I was scared of surgery. I told them I wanted to wait a little while and decide. They knew when it hurt enough, I'd call back to schedule surgery. I called a few weeks later. I was sorry I waited, because the pain got worse than I thought it could- and the numbness was really scary. So- GO. I went to the Neurosurgeon. He was excellent. I didn't even stay overnight. I left about 10 p.m. I think the surgery was at 11 a.m. I would do it again. It was instant relief.
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