Party of One...

Have you ever been in a situation where you know you’re supposed to be happy but all you can think about is yourself and you start having a pity party for one and start eating everything in sight? No? Yeah, me neither.

Surprise! You've just won... an injection!

I guess I'm still not used to having a blog. Fail. But today's post is kinda long, so it'll either make up for lost time, or tide me over until the next one. I've realized that I haven't really talked about my back injury in detail since I've been on disability and at home. Perhaps I'll go more into detail about that soon, but today is a tidbit of my many doctor appointments. I suppose I could have kept blogging about my back, since I'm always complaining about not having anything to blog about, but... I just didn't feel like delving into my mind about my injury. Yes, I'm sure there is a psychological component there, but regardless, here's what I had to say today....

I had an 11:30 am Pain Management appointment and didn't get home until 1:30 pm. What a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to get a steroid injection because I had gotten one 6 weeks ago, and at that time, the doctor scheduled an appointment to see me in February. I thought today’s appointment was a follow-up for medication refills, where I never see the doctor; the medical assistant just takes my vitals, asks me some questions, comes back with prescriptions signed by the doctor. Imagine my surprise when the medical assistant has me sign a consent form and tells me that the doctor will see me soon.

The doctor then asks me what percent I feel I have gotten better since my injury. It actually took me a while to come up with a number because I hadn’t thought about it in those terms. I am guessing about 80% - the fact that I am still uncomfortable enough during the day to take Vicodin a few times, plus waking up in the morning because of the pain makes me realize that I am not ready for “normal” life. The doctor then recommended another injection. Eeeeep!

As I’m leaving the consultation room and into the procedure room, the doctor asks me, “So, is the pain down your right leg or your left?” Um… what?? YOU don’t KNOW?? I can feel my blood pressure rising (speaking of which, my BP has been increased more than usual the last few months from my norm, and my diastolic is above 80. I’m gonna have to research and find out what’s going on.), and I’m starting to feel panicky.

The first time I had the injection, I was laying down with my head pointing north. Okay, I don’t know if it was north, or south or east or west, but my point is that this time, I was laying down in the opposite direction. I didn’t ask the nurse why – I was too nervous. My first injection was NOT my proudest moment: I screamed. And I cried, a little. No one prepared me for the amount of pain that goes into a friggin’ lumbar steroid injection, even if it is over in less than a minute! Actually, I take that back: a friend did tell me about her experience, and I read up on other people’s injections, but… it’s not the same as actually going through it! So, as I’m getting onto the procedure table, the first thing that pops into my brain is: did the doctor ask which leg because he put the injection on the wrong side, and now he’s having me lay down the opposite way now? But I still can’t get my brain to get the message to my mouth to ask the nurse. Mind you, I’m panicking, nervous, and still not sure WHY I agreed to do this again.

The nurse preps me, the doctor comes in, procedure done. I didn’t cry this time, but I did scream a little into the pillow. I don’t care what anyone says, it was warranted. And I suppose I was a bit more prepared for it this time around. And I’m also glad there wasn’t any electrical problems this time – the last time I was there, there was a power outage right before I went into the procedure room, and as the emergency generators kicked in, I thought to myself, “Do those machines in the procedure room have to be recalibrated??”

I walked out feeling a bit better, a little less nerve pressure going down my left leg. But as I’m sitting here, writing this out, I’m beginning to feel the discomfort coming back again. I know it can take a while for it to kick in, so I’ll be keeping tabs on how I feel in the next couple days. Speaking of “discomfort”, my primary doctor asked me how I was feeling, and I had said that I was feeling uncomfortable during the day, anywhere from 5-7 out of 10, depending on the day. She looked at me and said, “So you’re still having pain?” I looked at her and slowly said, “Yeeeeah, I guess so.” I guess I don’t really think that what I am feeling these days is “pain” because it’s more of a dull aching, stiffness, just uncomfortable. I equate “pain” with what I felt back in the beginning of the year, when everything hurt with sharp, stabbing pain that made me cry every night. These days, I take a Vicodin, and it takes away a little of the edge of the discomfort I’m having, helps me to stop thinking about how uncomfortable I am so I can focus on the things I need to do. And then I take my nighttime regimen of 5 pills so I can be relaxed enough to try to lay down and sleep. I think as soon as the sleep thing is figured out, I’ll really feel that I am able to get back to “normal.”

So, as I’m getting a better handle on my pain, I’m starting to get some of my movement again, which makes me think about what I need to do next: lose weight. I’ve been going to see my primary doctor every month for follow-ups, and every month, I get weighed and that number on the scale has been inching up and up. Quite depressing, honestly. I feel slightly trapped, though, because I know that I need to lose weight to help my back, and yet, because of my back, I can’t seem to exercise much, if at all. There are days when I walk about 10-15 minutes, and I can’t walk another step. And I know people say that 10 minutes is better than nothing, but… still, quite depressing.

I was reminded for the need to lose weight today when the nurse was prepping me today for the procedure. He was looking for my hip bone. If it takes THAT long to look for my hip bone, something’s wrong. Chubster.

Porch time and Tea....

Geez.... and how long has it been since I've blogged?? I just cannot keep up with all this technology! I had originally signed up with Twitter only to keep up with the actors I liked. But the amount of information that comes through via Facebook and Twitter is insanely overwhelming!

Speaking of overwhelming, so many things going on all around us, as usual, right? My back is still healing. I'm able to stand up a bit more, but I still get tired very easily. I need to start walking more.... Gaining all this weight is NOT good for my self esteem.

My grandfather is finally back home! He had open heart surgery a while ago, went to rehab, had some complications. But we were able to get him home this past weekend, and he was so happy!

After having lunch with my whole family to celebrate my grandfather's homecoming, we took my mom back to her house in Seal Beach. My parents have a cute little porch with a couple chairs and a table, so we sat out there, looking through some photo albums and having tea. It was one of the best moments ever! Nice breeze, yummy tea, pictures and storytelling, awesome company.... Sigh. Happy sigh.

We looked at pictures of our Yellowstone vacation from about 5 years ago. It made me want to go on another family vacation to Yellowstone again. What a beautiful America we live in! There are so many places to visit and see and experience! My biggest wish when I get better is to travel, travel, travel!

:)

You Put De Lime in the Coconut...

Today, I got a grape slush (from Sonics), in honor of "Glee". Holy cow, that thing is effin sweet! I had two sips and was done with it.

When my brother and I were growing up, my mom NEVER allowed us to have any soda. Or anything that "stains your tongue". Back then, I was so pissed at never being able to drink Kool-Aid, have popsicles, or, heaven forbid that we even THINK about asking for some Nerds candies.

But now, I am quite thankful. I never developed the taste for all that stuff, because up until I graduated from high school, the only drinks available at home were water, tea, and milk. The only times we were allowed to have soda was when my dad took us out to McDonald's (and of course, my mom wasn't there, nor did we tell her that we had soda that day).

When I went to college, I had Otter Pops galore, and started drinking soda. But I was never able to finish a whole can. My friends would be on their second, third drinks and I would still be a quarter way through my first. I still think the soda companies made those baby cans just for people like me....

I know, I know, there are times when you're eating something that simply REQUIRES soda: a nice gooey, cheesy slice of pizza, or a big all-over-your-face mess of a burger. I developed a taste for diet soda for those moments, saying, "I'm gonna wash down my artery-clogging meal with the healthy option of a fake sugar drink!"

Here's a new drink option I recently learned: coconut water. Apparently it's all the rage around town (don't ask me what town.... I just know that it's around.... somewhere). Celebrities are drinking it up, the health benefits are being talked about. I even read somewhere that it was used as IV hydration in emergency situations because it is naturally sterile and has the same electrolytic balance as blood.

According to Wikipedia, "coconut water is the clear liquid inside young coconuts." It's very popular around the world, and especially used as a sports drink because "one cup-full of coconut water contains more electrolytes than most sports drinks and more potassium than a banana."

Although I am a registered nurse, I am now writing this disclaimer that I am IN NO CAPACITY a medical doctor and that what I write is strictly my own (very limited) research. Please do not consume this product if you have been told to have a low-potassium diet, or have a heart condition, and consult a medical professional!!

Having said that, my own opinion about coconut water: it tastes... meh.

It'll take some getting used to. I was expecting sweet (like coconut milk), but it's NOT. But it's not completely flavor-less, either.

I can definitely see why this would be a great alternative for a sports drink. Although it is more expensive, it appears ounce for ounce that it equals out in the end because you will need less coconut water to get the same benefits from a sports drink. Plus, there's less sugar and more potassium (13 times greater!) to help the body replenish necessary electrolytes.

Now, I've also read that coconut water can help control vomiting, that it is antibacterial (against flu, herpes, AIDS!), it can kill intestinal worms, and break up kidney stones, raise your metabolism and promote weight loss, control diabetes.... still gotta do more research on those.

But the ultimate reason to drink up: it can help with hang-overs.

Cheers!

Big, Fat...

When someone calls you a big, fat liar, are they saying that you are big and fat, and a liar?

Or... as I have always thought... are they calling the lie big and fat, and you just happen to be lying...?

Calling someone a big, fat liar doesn't seem so innocent now....

Sleep...

I had my 19 year-old cousin sleep, D, over at my place last night because today we had a graduation to go to for our other cousin at USC (so proud of you, E!). We stayed up until 3:00 a.m. watching "Pride and Prejudice". :) It never gets old....

But this sleepover made me realize something about myself: I like my own space. I don't know what my husband would say, if I were to get married. I think I would want my own bed, in my own room. I don't do so well with other people sleeping near me. My cousin slept on my (pooey evil) bed, while I was in my usual spot on the floor. Why, you ask? 2 herniated discs. The bed is evil, I tell you. It looks so inviting and coaxes me to lay down, rest my weary head. And then, it sucks me in, and makes a mess of my back, and laughs at me, with no mercy.

I warned my cousin about my sleeping "routine": I sleep on the ground for 4 hours, after which I wake up in immense pain. I get up, very slowly (I think I timed it one time: 12 minutes), make my way to my desk and eat my half peanut butter sandwich and take my meds. Then, a bathroom run (um, more like a crawl), and then I sit in my office chair, tilt it back, and prop my feet up on my bed for about another 4-6 hours of sleep.

My cousin made me crack up when she said, "Oh, okay. So if I wake up and see you crawling around, I shouldn't freak out that it's a paranormal activity, huh?"

Gotta love my cousin.

But as much as I love her (really, D, I love you to death), I didn't sleep much. I think I might have slept for about an hour or two after I woke up and relocated to my chair. By the way... I only use my bed to prop up my feet on the bottom left corner. So... on a queen sized bed, why do my cousin's feet have to be in that bottom left corner when I relocate? I'm just wondering... that's all.

I ended up not going to my other cousin's graduation at USC. I forgot that that would require me to walk. Which is something I'm not really good at right now. And I am reminded of my injury every moment of my waking (and sleeping!) hours. So what in tarnation would make me think that I could endure sitting through traffic to get to the university, look for parking (mind you, this is a very big school with many different departments' graduations), walk through a parking structure, across a busy street, through the campus, sit through the speeches, wade through the thousands of people to find my cousin, stand to take pictures, walk back across campus and the street to the parking structure to the car to the next celebration location... you get the picture, right?

I had convinced myself up until the last night that I was going to attend the graduation today.

I must be delusional.

I treated myself to some Starbuck's iced Americano, in case you're wondering why I'm not napping and rambling on and on....

Whew....

It's a lot of work, keeping up with a blog. Mostly because I keep forgetting that I have one. Which doesn't make sense because every other minute, I'm thinking to myself, "This would be great to post on my blog!" Or, "How can I make this situation interesting enough to post on my blog?"

Only thing is... I now don't remember what those things are.

Meh.

Bazinga!