I ended up taking Monday as a sick day, because while the chiropractor appointment helped a little bit with my back, I still had to take the full level of muscle relaxers and heavy pain meds to get any sort of relief. That amount of medication = languishing on the couch and staring blankly at the TV.
Remember how I said that this round of back spasm is close to the level of the one that sent me to Urgent Care in 2019? Welllllll the only reason I'm saying it's less than that is because I can stay upright and haven't blacked out from the pain. And going to Urgent Care for this one is pointless, because 1) I've already got the meds they'd give me anyway, and 2) even tho' this is awful for *me*, it isn't important enough to go to an overworked medical professional during a pandemic.
However, this still sucks. The Stroppy One has to help me get dressed and whenever I need to move from sitting to standing. It's starting to slowly ease up. Thank goodness for the Painless X CBD lotion we stock up on.
Also, being a fancy goth means that when you need back support, you have a collection of underbust corsets at the ready.
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This whole thing has given the Brain Raccoons even more things to chitter about. "This is your own fault because you didn't keep doing your PT, you're a failure! This is never going to get better and it's all your fault and you're a failure! You'll never be able to do anything fun ever again because you're going to be an invalid and it's all your own fault! Your life is going to be nothing but the day job, medical appointments, and trying to cope with pain and your chronic health issues! YOU SUCK AND YOU'RE A FAILURE AND YOU'RE LETTING PEOPLE DOWN!"
I know the Brain Raccoons are lying little bastards. But my G-D are they loud right now.
Remember how I said that this round of back spasm is close to the level of the one that sent me to Urgent Care in 2019? Welllllll the only reason I'm saying it's less than that is because I can stay upright and haven't blacked out from the pain. And going to Urgent Care for this one is pointless, because 1) I've already got the meds they'd give me anyway, and 2) even tho' this is awful for *me*, it isn't important enough to go to an overworked medical professional during a pandemic.
However, this still sucks. The Stroppy One has to help me get dressed and whenever I need to move from sitting to standing. It's starting to slowly ease up. Thank goodness for the Painless X CBD lotion we stock up on.
Also, being a fancy goth means that when you need back support, you have a collection of underbust corsets at the ready.
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This whole thing has given the Brain Raccoons even more things to chitter about. "This is your own fault because you didn't keep doing your PT, you're a failure! This is never going to get better and it's all your fault and you're a failure! You'll never be able to do anything fun ever again because you're going to be an invalid and it's all your own fault! Your life is going to be nothing but the day job, medical appointments, and trying to cope with pain and your chronic health issues! YOU SUCK AND YOU'RE A FAILURE AND YOU'RE LETTING PEOPLE DOWN!"
I know the Brain Raccoons are lying little bastards. But my G-D are they loud right now.