How depressing. Today it is 3 months since this literal pain in the neck started. I also had my second epidural today. At the moment I'm in agony but thought I should move around a little before lying down again. Need to ice as that seems to help, it feels very sore. I have had two acupuncture appointments in the last few weeks. The first one seemed to help loosen up my trapezius muscles which was good, so we did another appt 12 days later, and I'm not sure if it was that or the combination of going to 2 Depeche concerts in a row and overdoing the whole week with the work move, etc. but the last two weeks have been v. painful. That and I'm incredibly depressed from gaining almost 5 lbs in four weeks! So NOT good. My muscles are atrophying and I lose my breath so easily, worse than normal.
During the procedure the dr says to tell him if/when you feel anything painful or uncomfortable. Last time I had pins and needles shoot all the way down my right arm when the needle was going in. This time it was so strange, it was my chest and back on the right side, it felt like an electrical shock. Freaked me out completely but thankfully as soon as he moved the needle it stopped. It's not a fun procedure but if it works I will be very happy about having to deal with it!
Anyway Dr. Ahmed said the procedure went well today and the medicine went where he wanted it to go. I know the first few days can be worse after the local wears off, but am hoping they are not too bad and that I will feel much better in a few days. Please, please, please. It's 7 weeks until Italy and I REALLY don't want to be feeling like this, as it will completely limit me as to what I want to do. So fingers, and everything else, is crossed.
Also had a quick scare this week with a possible abscess again. It started hurting a few weeks ago but went away, so I let it go, then this Monday/Tuesdsay I was in a lot of pain. The dr wasn't in until Thursday so I made an appt then, but strangely by Wednesday it felt better. The dr said it did feel a bit "weird" on that side but that he couldn't find anything "surgical" that he needed to do, so I yet again completely perplexed another dr. At least he's v. nice and said, even b/f the exam, that he always wants me to come in if I suspect something, even if it's nothing, b/c he'd rather deal with the beginning of a bad thing than me putting it off. HUGE relief it was nothing though.
Must go ice and lay down again, in mucho pain.
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14 August, 2009
19 May, 2009
And I was right again, unfortunately...
I didn't have a chance to write more after the last update because when I went to see the doctor he told me I had to have surgery again for yet another peri rectal abscess! He was in shock and couldn't suss it out, which made me feel even more worried. Two in one week is a bit bizarre. He asked if I had eaten when I was at his office and I said yes, so he said he could do it with local anesthetic. Anyone who has read my ER visit last year will know that there was NO WAY IN HELL that I would let anyone ever cut me without being unconscious again. I was quite happy to wait one more day with some pain than to have that happen again. So, that night my mother came in so she could go to the doctors with me. This time they had the demerol ready afterwards. Last time even though I told them I would need it they tried to fob me off with some percaset - which makes me puke my brains out.
I was out from work the day of surgery and the next day. I saw the doctor the day after and he was still perplexed, though happily this time he said that there was a lot of puss and not just blood. Of course I was told that I have to have a colonoscopy for sure, no getting out of this time. It's probably for the best as I've been so bloated the last few months and my insides are schizophrenic. The dr still doesn't think it's Crohn's, and I've done a bit of research myself. I suppose it could be but I don't think so. Not that I'm hoping for any one of these, but for all the symptoms I have I've narrowed it down to a few possibilities. Hopefully (touch wood) it's just IBS, and we shall find out in a few weeks when I have the colonoscopy.
The main problem was with timing as I was off to London on the 1st of May, just four days after the second surgery! I rang the airlines and asked if I could upgrade one way, and they kept saying nope, because you used miles for the ticket, but to ask at the airport. You'd think they'd be nicer to loyal customers! When I got to the airport I asked the check-in man, and he said he couldn't, but was at least nice enough to block the seat next to me. Only problem was that it was a bulkhead which was good, but not when you want to spread out as you can't lift the armrest. Oh well. When I got to the gate I asked again, and I have to say the woman working there was such a nasty cow! No sympathy let alone any assistance and such a bitch! I hope she has to have this surgery and then sit on her arse for 8 hours and see how she likes it! I normally wouldn't say that but she truly was an horrible person! So I get on the plane and ask one of the flight attendants if they could help me, and of course, she checks w/ her head person and no result. At this point I'm getting beyond desperate. I try to get myself sorted in the seat and have my legs over the arm rest onto the other seat, but of course I'm leaning on my right hip at this point and well, that hip was not happy even w/ the lido patch on it. After we took off I couldn't sit anymore so I made a little spot on the floor with blankets and pillows and curled up. Of course then another flight attendant comes over and tells me I can't do that in case we hit turbulence, blah blah blah. I looked at him and was about to cry. I told him the situation and he was kind, and said he'd see if he could get someone in the back w/ extra seats to switch. I didn't think he could because if I had three seats to lay down on I wouldn't switch either to a bulkhead. He came back to collect the rubbish from everyone and said he was still working on it. Fair enough - I held out as much as possible. Then he ran up to the front, leaving his cart just sitting there, and came back a few mins later saying he'd sorted out something and would be back when he was done. Miracle of miracles, he had told the first class purser my situation and that I didn't need any extra attention, just a place to lay down and the bloke had agreed. Thank G-d! This very nice man took me up front, showed me how to recline the seat into a bed and for the remaining few hours I was able to lie on my stomach. I would not have made it otherwise, that's for sure.
The first few days in London were a little rough but I managed okay. By the end of the week I think the cut was healed up for the most part. The flight back wasn't bad for the bum at least. The rest of me was not happy and I am so so glad I now order the wheelchair assistance because there is no way I would have been able to walk off that plane and through the terminal. My whole body was in pain from the pressure on the flight, plus all the walking I had done during my visit.
So now I'm back and have the colonoscopy scheduled in a few weeks. Yesterday I caved and rang my hand/wrist doctor because my right hand has been getting worse and worse and the last week with the camera threw it into pain overdrive. I believe it was over a year ago that I saw Dr. Melone and he gave me an injection. He said if it didn't work I'd need surgery. It lasted maybe a month or so and then, well, I had the whole ER and one surgery after another to deal with on the opposite end, so ignored it as much as possible. Lately though I've taken to rubbing my wrist in with lidocaine cream which seems to be the only way to get through the day. I am still wearing the splint at night, mostly, and it's not doing much of anything. Therefore, I caved and made an appointment to go see him. Trust me, I really don't want to. I don't even have many days off left for this crap, but I don't know if I can wait with the pain for another 7 months to have it sorted. I will hear what he says about the surgery and if it is a quick recovery or not and then will make a decision.
Also because of all that's been going on I've been quite remiss on my PT and the neck and jaw are acting up quite a lot. Started doing some PT last night and will be going to see the acupuncturist this week as well. Praying for some pain relief.
Like I always say, never a dull moment.
I was out from work the day of surgery and the next day. I saw the doctor the day after and he was still perplexed, though happily this time he said that there was a lot of puss and not just blood. Of course I was told that I have to have a colonoscopy for sure, no getting out of this time. It's probably for the best as I've been so bloated the last few months and my insides are schizophrenic. The dr still doesn't think it's Crohn's, and I've done a bit of research myself. I suppose it could be but I don't think so. Not that I'm hoping for any one of these, but for all the symptoms I have I've narrowed it down to a few possibilities. Hopefully (touch wood) it's just IBS, and we shall find out in a few weeks when I have the colonoscopy.
The main problem was with timing as I was off to London on the 1st of May, just four days after the second surgery! I rang the airlines and asked if I could upgrade one way, and they kept saying nope, because you used miles for the ticket, but to ask at the airport. You'd think they'd be nicer to loyal customers! When I got to the airport I asked the check-in man, and he said he couldn't, but was at least nice enough to block the seat next to me. Only problem was that it was a bulkhead which was good, but not when you want to spread out as you can't lift the armrest. Oh well. When I got to the gate I asked again, and I have to say the woman working there was such a nasty cow! No sympathy let alone any assistance and such a bitch! I hope she has to have this surgery and then sit on her arse for 8 hours and see how she likes it! I normally wouldn't say that but she truly was an horrible person! So I get on the plane and ask one of the flight attendants if they could help me, and of course, she checks w/ her head person and no result. At this point I'm getting beyond desperate. I try to get myself sorted in the seat and have my legs over the arm rest onto the other seat, but of course I'm leaning on my right hip at this point and well, that hip was not happy even w/ the lido patch on it. After we took off I couldn't sit anymore so I made a little spot on the floor with blankets and pillows and curled up. Of course then another flight attendant comes over and tells me I can't do that in case we hit turbulence, blah blah blah. I looked at him and was about to cry. I told him the situation and he was kind, and said he'd see if he could get someone in the back w/ extra seats to switch. I didn't think he could because if I had three seats to lay down on I wouldn't switch either to a bulkhead. He came back to collect the rubbish from everyone and said he was still working on it. Fair enough - I held out as much as possible. Then he ran up to the front, leaving his cart just sitting there, and came back a few mins later saying he'd sorted out something and would be back when he was done. Miracle of miracles, he had told the first class purser my situation and that I didn't need any extra attention, just a place to lay down and the bloke had agreed. Thank G-d! This very nice man took me up front, showed me how to recline the seat into a bed and for the remaining few hours I was able to lie on my stomach. I would not have made it otherwise, that's for sure.
The first few days in London were a little rough but I managed okay. By the end of the week I think the cut was healed up for the most part. The flight back wasn't bad for the bum at least. The rest of me was not happy and I am so so glad I now order the wheelchair assistance because there is no way I would have been able to walk off that plane and through the terminal. My whole body was in pain from the pressure on the flight, plus all the walking I had done during my visit.
So now I'm back and have the colonoscopy scheduled in a few weeks. Yesterday I caved and rang my hand/wrist doctor because my right hand has been getting worse and worse and the last week with the camera threw it into pain overdrive. I believe it was over a year ago that I saw Dr. Melone and he gave me an injection. He said if it didn't work I'd need surgery. It lasted maybe a month or so and then, well, I had the whole ER and one surgery after another to deal with on the opposite end, so ignored it as much as possible. Lately though I've taken to rubbing my wrist in with lidocaine cream which seems to be the only way to get through the day. I am still wearing the splint at night, mostly, and it's not doing much of anything. Therefore, I caved and made an appointment to go see him. Trust me, I really don't want to. I don't even have many days off left for this crap, but I don't know if I can wait with the pain for another 7 months to have it sorted. I will hear what he says about the surgery and if it is a quick recovery or not and then will make a decision.
Also because of all that's been going on I've been quite remiss on my PT and the neck and jaw are acting up quite a lot. Started doing some PT last night and will be going to see the acupuncturist this week as well. Praying for some pain relief.
Like I always say, never a dull moment.
27 April, 2009
Don't you just hate surprises?
Well I do. Last weekend, the 18th, I woke up early am w/ lots of pain in my bum. The same kind of lovely pain I had when I had the peri-rectal abscess last year. I was none too pleased but hoped it was just sore from sitting the day before. The pain and pressure proceeded to get worse over the weekend. My biggest fear was that it would get so bad that I'd end up in the ER again. After that nightmare last year of being butchered it was the v. last thing I wanted. Also on the Friday I was having pelvic pain and thought I might have an UTI. So Monday am I rang my internist and made an appt for that day. I also rang the CRS and found out he was not in, but was able to get an appointment at 9am on Tuesday. They said if it was an abscess he would do surgery directly.
I knew that Dr. Aronoff would knock me out, unlike the hospital, but I still am a big baby when it comes to getting diced and sliced. Thank G-d for my mum who came in on Monday night so she could come to the appointment with me.
And yes, the dr examined me and next thing I knew I was being prepped for surgery. Never a dull moment around here! After surgery though he told me it was mostly blood that came out, no puss, and he was v. perplexed. I don't know about you but when the dr is more confused than me it makes me pretty uncomfortable. We are still waiting for the lab results, hopefully today. I went on Thursday for a post-op and he said it looked good but was still baffled. I had realised by Monday that both my dr's were going to make me have another colonoscopy after this second incident in a year, but thankfully not until this heals up. I was holding up relatively well this weekend and was able to get errands for my upcoming trip done. I leave on Friday for London, so again timing royally sucked. Not looking forward to sitting on a 7+ hour flight w/ a sore bum.
When I woke up this morning and sat up, I had a very sharp, stabbing pain in my bum. I felt it and it feels very sore and hard again, so I'm being very paranoid. Thankfully the CRS is a v. nice doctor and he said last week to ring him if anything didn't feel right, and since I am off to London, I am going to be overly precautious and see him today, just to make sure. If something else has gone wrong (hopefully not) I'd rather sort it out today than later in the week.
So that's the fun that's been my life lately.
I knew that Dr. Aronoff would knock me out, unlike the hospital, but I still am a big baby when it comes to getting diced and sliced. Thank G-d for my mum who came in on Monday night so she could come to the appointment with me.
And yes, the dr examined me and next thing I knew I was being prepped for surgery. Never a dull moment around here! After surgery though he told me it was mostly blood that came out, no puss, and he was v. perplexed. I don't know about you but when the dr is more confused than me it makes me pretty uncomfortable. We are still waiting for the lab results, hopefully today. I went on Thursday for a post-op and he said it looked good but was still baffled. I had realised by Monday that both my dr's were going to make me have another colonoscopy after this second incident in a year, but thankfully not until this heals up. I was holding up relatively well this weekend and was able to get errands for my upcoming trip done. I leave on Friday for London, so again timing royally sucked. Not looking forward to sitting on a 7+ hour flight w/ a sore bum.
When I woke up this morning and sat up, I had a very sharp, stabbing pain in my bum. I felt it and it feels very sore and hard again, so I'm being very paranoid. Thankfully the CRS is a v. nice doctor and he said last week to ring him if anything didn't feel right, and since I am off to London, I am going to be overly precautious and see him today, just to make sure. If something else has gone wrong (hopefully not) I'd rather sort it out today than later in the week.
So that's the fun that's been my life lately.
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