My husband evaluated the situation yesterday, I just love his logical Self! ( please allow me this apology. My predictive text is really obnoxious, and I can’t fight with it today. I simply cannot. I am so sorry for the weird capitals, or not, or apostrophes they insist upon)
So, my husband and I went over what I had taken, what I had, and came up with a good mix. Within about 20 minutes I was much more comfortable, and even a bit loopy from finally being out of pain. (Which is different from being stoned, because it all really hadn’t kicked in yet.) I was still well within my range of my prescriptions, which is awesome. There is this magic cream the doc prescribed that really numbs things up. It’s lovely, and I always forget about it.
After the lovely medicine started to kick in, the most embarrssing thing happened! I picked up my tablet and started to read, as I often bookmark things for myself this way, and the blog I was reading… I thought ‘This poor woman!’ Oh, Lord! It was my own blog I’d just published! I did notice after a couple of sentences. I need to reign in the pity party. 😆
So, my bath was gorgeous. Fantastic. I loathe getting out of the bath, as I am always so cold. But. I survived. Hair washed. Slept amazingly well. It was tough, but I fought to stay awake yesterday, so there would be a full night last night.
This morning I received a call for my MRI. It is on Thursday.
I am still very tired today. I’m cold. Sleepy. My back is intensely sore. I think I should focus on rehydrating myself. Staying warm.
I thought I’d play with makeup today, but maybe later. Or tomorrow…
Priority has to be maintaining good function first.
It is amazing to me how dumb I have been, distracting myself from all the stupid important stuff going on with my body, because it’s scary and intense with all of the unimportant minutiae because it’s easier and self-perpetuating. It’s time to human up.
Stay snuggly, my friends!