I’m not happy. I thought I was done with having tremendous pain. Here it is, about 2 in the afternoon. I’ve taken my oral Baclofen and Lortab and I can feel them start to work. Pain level is about 6.
I started having small spasms in my forearms, calves and abdominal wall yesterday afternoon. As the evening progressed, they spread throughout my person, but not my face. I am thankful they didn’t spread to my face. Of all the places to have muscle twitching, the face is the worse. You feel like a fish with a hook in its mouth. The spasms were not severe enough to cause pain in and off themselves, but about 7:30 pm, I was done and had to go lay down for the night.
I thought I was over it this morning, until I took a shower. I was standing in the shower and realized my legs were jelly. I didn’t get the shower-chair, but I was glad when I was toweling off.
I made it out to a friend’s home, and had to leave after about 45 minutes. I believe she knew I wasn’t doing so well. My face gives me away. The pain makes me look angry. I grimace, and my voice changes.
I made it home and relaxed a few minutes. Fixed me lunch, and took a Baclofen. An hour and a half later, the Lortab, as the pain continued to increase.
I am frustrated with myself. Every time I feel like I am developing some independence, my body reminds me why I have a special license plate.
I was a world traveler. Now, I can’t make it across town without paying a price. I just turned 49. I know I should focus on things that I can do and not what I can’t. The list of “cans” have become severely limited and inconsistent.
Will I ever be able to enjoy Jackson Square again? On a good day, filling a medium grocery list destroys me.
I will be fine. I will stay positive and strong. I just wish my wife wouldn’t have to open the NyQuil bottle for me.
Thanks for reading and God Bless us all,
Jay C. Theriot