Common Sense

Suffice it to say, I haven’t felt like writing the past few days, for one reason or another. For instance, I ran out of Ultram on Saturday. So, I spent the weekend going through withdrawl and dealing with the horrible, crippling pain in my leg.

And I’m not talking ‘oh, gee, I wish I had remembered to fill that prescription before the pharmacy closed’ type withdrawl. I mean full on, migraine-about-to-turn-into-seizure, cold sweat, intense nausea withdrawl. I got home and had to take one of my mom’s Vicodin to try and deal with it. Plus, I took 8 or so extra strength Tylenol while I was lying in bed, wishing I could go to sleep.

I’m supposed to start physical therapy this week, and that’s what will make all the pain go away. Or at least its supposed to. There is still this nagging fear that nothing has changed and the surgery didn’t do anything to help me. My leg was getting better everyday until last week. Then it plateaued… right at the level it was befor surgery.

But now I’ve lost almost all the range of motion from my knee and my thigh muscle never stops hurting. Plus, its atrophied significantly. I don’t know how I’m going to get through PT without opiates.

I was all gung ho about stopping the pills. Now, all I can think is “Screw that.” The only person who has a big problem with me being addicted is my doctor; my problem is that my leg has literally crippling pain. If I stop using narcotics, the pain is so intense that I can’t even get out of bed.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with politics. I just wanted you all to know what it is that is foremost in my mind and taking me away from covering one of the biggest elections one month before election day.