At 6 a.m. I take a Percocet for the pain. I cannot move my left leg. It is burning up with pain. I lay on my back with my legs up on a sofa to relieve the back. It helps a little bit.
I call my doctor, and she explains that she is in her office today, and that I can see her because of the severity of this pain. But, I tell her, I have an appointment with her the following morning. She accepts that, and tells me to be aware of incontinence (which is the worst thing with this sciatica. It means you’ve pretty much damaged your spine and should shop for your electric scooter or whatever), and I am freaked out, but have hope that I’ll be okay until then and not have to go to the emergency room.
Faithfully doing up my tazanidine and my Percocet and my gabapantin.
At 12:49 p.m. the attack of pain returns and I take yet another painkiller. Again at 2:30. My foot is now freezing cold, and my toes a little crampy. I procure a 12-hour type of painkiller and take that with my muscle relaxer, but before that, take a couple of pain killers and sleep for about three hours in the afternoon. My pain is at level 8.
I have burning pins and needles on and off and also in the car.
After my second gabapantin I sleep for two hours in the afternoon. Energy is sapped.
My pain level is 9.5 when I got out of bed. I do some leg exercises in the morning. Taking it slow.
After I start my physical therapy, I take a Car ride to Toms River. Jim drives. Explaining to my toxic father that I won’t be able to come down as often. I walked back and forth and met with Nikki the woman in charge of stuff, because my sister has begun a campaign to move my dad’s room. I ask dad about it and he says leave it alone. The outcome of this was that a few days later my sister will come down and agitate and annoy people once again only to find that dad wants to leave things alone. Which is what we did in the first place.
Some pain the morning. It abated to a level 3 but I’m numb in the back of the knee, down the leg and outside of the foot. I’m still limping.
I’m lying around the house ingesting Percocets every few hours. It’s a challenge to remember when I took them. But they are a low dose and I know I can handle a double dose. Just want to keep track of when I did that double dose.
I am concerned about mixing these drugs, and can’t wait to move on.