In the wake of a storm, my problems seem like nothing.
Steve got an extension till Friday for the electric bill. After next Tuesday, I can pay the Internet bill. Then we are back to the monthly struggle.
The drs changed my meds and ordered a MRI. They want an XRAY of my foot. I won’t be taking Tram-dol or Percocet. Instead, they upped the Gabapentin and added Loritab. I had to sign a pain contract and agree to random drug testing and random pill counting. Fine. How do you measure pain? 1-10… it’s not like giving birth. It’s not gonna kill me, It shoots up my arm when I reach for something or take a step or wipe my butt. It’s impossible to lift a pot of water. And the damn pain in my foot shoots up my leg and throbs. I can’t walk for long. I NEED the grocery cart to walk through the store. I can’t cut vegetables for dinner. Things that impact our lives…but aren’t a number on a 1-10 scale, but they add up and make me feel worthless.
But measured against the suffering of a hurricane’s destruction – I am totally blessed. The things I suffer with are just trivial. I feel pain constantly, but it only shoots when I move around. I can be still. For now. I am inconvenienced more than anything.
Steve has injured his rotator cuff as well. We are quite a pair.