The pain got bad last night. Bad enough that it kept me awake from about midnight until dawn. I writhed in pain for hours. I was at that point where I was willing to do anything to get rid of it. I even slept cross-ways in the bed. I tried to sit up. I adjusted the temperature on the bed. Nothing relieved it. I finally fell asleep around 7am and woke up relatively pain-free. The pain is still there. I can still feel it. It’s just not as bad. At least this time around I didn’t scream and throw remote controls down behind the bed. *g*
I called my doctor today about the pain and he said there’s probably nothing he can do about it. Oh joy. I get to suffer for about ten more days while I wait for surgery and he won’t do anything for me? It’s not like I can’t have narcotics or morphine for the pain. Just a year ago, he was giving me weekly morphine injections to stop the pain I was having. Now I get this line that he ‘doesn’t know if he can do anything’ about the pain?! Yeah, right!
In other news, my older brother, Scott, is coming home for a few days next week. This should be good. He and I don’t generally get along, but we put on good acts for mom. His dad, Paul, is turning 75 next week, and he’s throwing him a small birthday party. I’ll probably post pictures. That’s what you want to see here, right? The Carrot Tops eating cake, getting fatter and wearing silly hats.