Here I am, at home...on the day before Thanksgiving. It's okay - this was a planned day off. After all, I have a huge meal to pull together by tomorrow noon, somehow. The days before today, Monday and Tuesday - they weren't so planned. Yes, I was home then, too. Well, on Monday I was home early in the afternoon. Yesterday, I was back at home before ten am. Yes--I am having all kinds of trouble walking, sitting, laying, even just effin' breathing. My pain level is about a 13, on a scale of 1 to 10. I cannot walk, not far anyway, I am doing this weird loping, loose legged thing that I used to do before my neck surgery. Sometimes. Not always. Suffice it to say I am in really bad shape. I am taking large amounts of narcotics, they really do help. But oh Buddy, when they wear off, lookout. Tears and gnashing of teeth, and the really ugly cry. Blenheim. Nothing I can do at this point.I just swallow pills the minute the next one is allowed. I am merely trying to make it though another day, job intact. So far, so good. We'll see how it is on Friday. They do understand as much as they can -- hell, I don't understand, not really...and we are all waiting to see if the stimulator helps. A week from Friday, the trial one will be put in/on. I dread it and look forward to it, if that makes any sense.
So, pies and cake and stuffing..please make yourself. Christmas trees, please decorate yourselves...
So here goes:
Hopefully, more than nothing.