Going back to work...
Today is Monday and I had to go back to work. And I hated to do it. I’m not lazy. I prefer to keep busy and my job does that for me. However, after taking a week off and spending much of it in pain (thanks fibromyalgia, arthritis, spinal stenosis, and oh yeah, biopsy wound), I didn’t feel ready. The wound still hurts. Not as bad as it did, but it was really tender. One good thing though, I was finally able to wash my hair! I waited until the wound was healed a bit more before subjecting it to water and shampoo. Man oh man did it feel good to wash my hair! Then I looked in the mirror and saw exactly how the surgeon shaved the site. I’m half tempted to follow a friend’s suggestion and see if I can rock some kind of shaved haircut/style. It’s not that bad and I don’t care that much that the sides are uneven, but I thought about it. I guess I can hide it if I give in and let my hair down and the curls cover it up. It would work, but it wouldn’t do anything for the pain.
You see, I ran out of pain medication. If you have any of the health conditions above, you know what that’s like. My commute to work ranges from 45 minutes to two hours. Sitting for that long, tensing up, trying to be as alert and aware as possible while in pain is not fun, to say the least. My head was screaming. The wound was throbbing. Why? Because sometime in the night, for the second time in a week, I turned over in my sleep and slept with my fist right on the wound. I hate that it’s so sensitive! Anyway, I’m not a morning person and add in the pain? I’m a bear. (I had another word, but I’ll keep it polite here.)
My work day was busy. Emails had piled up. Customers kept calling. I had my annual performance review. One of my managers couldn’t seem to stop calling for help. I was starving and had no money for food. Everyone had questions. Everyone needed my help. I was so busy. Flare-ups? I had three by the time the clock struck four. By the end of the day, I was in tears because I didn’t know what to do without pain relief. Luckily, blessedly, my primary doctor refilled my monthly prescription for medication.
On my way home from work, I stopped by to pick up my prescription. I had a few dollars left and went to get my favorite seaweed-wrapped rice cracker snack. On my way to the registers, I had a flare-up. After the day I had, another flare-up was just the nasty icing on a forget-this-ish kind of day. When I got home, I took my medications (my area for my meds looks like it’s part of a pharmacy) and finally, FINALLY, I could breathe easy. The pain in my head went away. I could walk easily and stand up straight. I didn’t have to worry about biting someone’s head off. Pain medications help me so much. I just wish I didn’t need to take them. One day…one day.
My message for this post? Be careful. Be careful of yourself and the wound. Be careful with your pain medications. I’m talking beyond following the instructions from the doctor. I’m not saying that you should suffer so that you can save yourself later. I’m just saying to do what you can to make it last. You never know when you’ll need them so badly that you’re ready to break down and sob. Treat yourself with care. No one will if you don’t.
Next…”fun” with other conditions? Maybe…