Man o man has this been an evil ride over the past week. And there’s really not any end in sight just yet. I’m better though. There’s that.
The neuro put me on oxcarbazepin which has cut the nerve pain by about 80% so at least I no longer want to kill myself. You’re probably thinking “she’s kidding”…but I’m not. For anyone who has the good fortune to miss out on this level of pain… count your blessings. This is not something I could ever fully describe in a way that would provide any accurate level of comprehension. No way at all. The inability to sleep or eat hasn’t helped the situation.
I think that every state should consider doing away with the death penalty. Simply give them TN and stick them in a cell with no meds or any help. That would be more brutal than death.
So, now I’m on Day 12. I’m about 35% better than I was. That’s something.
I’ve lost about 9 pounds. My face is receiving a good peel so by the time this over I will look younger and fresher…pft. And the big one – my whiskers are sticking straight out making plucking much easier! You know you have to take the silver linings where you can find them.
Coach has taken wonderful care of me…bless his heart. My timing couldn’t have been worse. Football is well underway… long meetings, two-a-days, scrimmage games. And he’s somehow managing to do all that and take care of me. The football family has been wonderful through all this as well. Coach & I are foreigners down here. The football family is all we have. And they’ve been great. Getting me to the pharmacy, offering to assist with whatever we /I need, sending Coach home early to check on me… I’m very grateful.