Today was the WORST Day of Phantom Pain since the year after my accident in 1999.
Awful.
When the Phantom creeps out of the attic things happen. I usually take some of my medication, wait for it to work, have more pain, take more med and then feel like crap for a few days till it gets out of my system.
- I do crap like:
- Time between The Stabbing Pains
- Mark intensity of the Pain
- Check Temperature
- Raise or lower the Temperature
- Monitor Humidity
- Say "OW! OW! OW! and other fun things when the pains hit
I always think how lucky I am to be in a house. In an apartment my neighbors would be calling the police due to my yelling at the bad pangs. Yesterday they were all bad. I am hoarse from yelling and praying it to stop.
It is now 12:45am and I am on the couch with the laptop. Since the first pang hit at 3:12pm that is about 9.5 hours so far.
Rumpy has been laying with me since I make everyone else nervous with the yelling and jumping. Props Rumpy Bump. Speaking of Rumpy he seems a bit better. I was really worried about the steroid change but no long coughing attacks. Is this a light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe. No train there please!
Yay for that and small gains.
Dad Pete: The Old Hooman. (Directed by cats)
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