As some of you may have noticed, I've been out for a little bit. The reason are numerous and many, although the main contributor was an accident that happened on the first day of June. The ceiling in the house I was renting collapsed on top of me. Of course, it couldn't have been just your standard drywall, no, it was radiant heat ceiling, made of concrete reinforced with wires carrying the current. I didn't make it out in time.
This has caused some kind of nerve damage in my back, affected by the use of my arms. There is a constant burning, that flares badly when I use my arms. The fire spreads down my arms, and begins sending electric shocks like banging my elbows. This makes me stop, since I can no longer hold anything reliably. Not to mention it hurts to all hell
I managed to deal in the first days, enough to get the landlord on tape admitting she knew of the problem, and not only that, it had happened before! I was also with it enough to get a lawyer hired.
From then on, things went downhill.
My GP MRI'ed me, and couldn't find the problem. He referred me to a neurologist, who did an exam and reviewed the MRI. Couldn't find the problem, so referred me out to the pain clinic. So now we've stopped looking for the cause and trying to fix it, to just trying to cover the symptoms.
About this time, my last harvest has run out, and I'm having to ration my oil.
Things went from bad to worse.
I was enduring monthly pain clinic visits for nerve blocks, a series of 8-12 injections to the spine area, positioned by a fluoroscope for mm accuracy. And to increase my Percoset dose. This spiraled for a couple of months, right after my new baby girl arrive. Mixed in with the joy was a deepening depression, brought ever lower by my inability to care for my infant daughter.
When I was fired from my job because the pain clinic doctor failed to return the required paperwork, I hit bottom.
Fortunately, my wife doesn't tolerate that kind of shit.
She took me aside, and said the hopelessness had to stop. No matter what. She told me she couldn't take it, watching me change. I was always the optimistic one, the one who could see the light in the darkest of moments. She couldn't bear to see the hope in me fade. That this was not the person she knew. I was a completely different person.
She was right. I didn't like to admit it, but she was right. I was the one who always preferred natural remedies to treat my ills. Colloidal silver, echinacea, C and slippery elm battled back colds and flus, not Nyquil. And tomorrow could be another 'best day of my life'.
It's time for me to come back to me, and tracing back, I can see things going bad as I stopped taking my natural supplement, and the source of tranquility, awe, and yes, pride that was my garden was gone.
It's time to change that.
I'm down to smoking mids, although the only thing marking the line is the lack of seed. But it's better than the percoset I've left behind for over a week now. For the flares, I'm combining advil and tylenol, which is supposed to have a similar pain relieving profile as morphine. I'm still battling the main cause, but I'm trying everything.
But you guys know, I seem to always start from this situation, and seems to drive me to good results
The garden will be going in soon.
I'm back
This has caused some kind of nerve damage in my back, affected by the use of my arms. There is a constant burning, that flares badly when I use my arms. The fire spreads down my arms, and begins sending electric shocks like banging my elbows. This makes me stop, since I can no longer hold anything reliably. Not to mention it hurts to all hell
I managed to deal in the first days, enough to get the landlord on tape admitting she knew of the problem, and not only that, it had happened before! I was also with it enough to get a lawyer hired.
From then on, things went downhill.
My GP MRI'ed me, and couldn't find the problem. He referred me to a neurologist, who did an exam and reviewed the MRI. Couldn't find the problem, so referred me out to the pain clinic. So now we've stopped looking for the cause and trying to fix it, to just trying to cover the symptoms.
About this time, my last harvest has run out, and I'm having to ration my oil.
Things went from bad to worse.
I was enduring monthly pain clinic visits for nerve blocks, a series of 8-12 injections to the spine area, positioned by a fluoroscope for mm accuracy. And to increase my Percoset dose. This spiraled for a couple of months, right after my new baby girl arrive. Mixed in with the joy was a deepening depression, brought ever lower by my inability to care for my infant daughter.
When I was fired from my job because the pain clinic doctor failed to return the required paperwork, I hit bottom.
Fortunately, my wife doesn't tolerate that kind of shit.
She took me aside, and said the hopelessness had to stop. No matter what. She told me she couldn't take it, watching me change. I was always the optimistic one, the one who could see the light in the darkest of moments. She couldn't bear to see the hope in me fade. That this was not the person she knew. I was a completely different person.She was right. I didn't like to admit it, but she was right. I was the one who always preferred natural remedies to treat my ills. Colloidal silver, echinacea, C and slippery elm battled back colds and flus, not Nyquil. And tomorrow could be another 'best day of my life'.
It's time for me to come back to me, and tracing back, I can see things going bad as I stopped taking my natural supplement, and the source of tranquility, awe, and yes, pride that was my garden was gone.
It's time to change that.
I'm down to smoking mids, although the only thing marking the line is the lack of seed. But it's better than the percoset I've left behind for over a week now. For the flares, I'm combining advil and tylenol, which is supposed to have a similar pain relieving profile as morphine. I'm still battling the main cause, but I'm trying everything.
But you guys know, I seem to always start from this situation, and seems to drive me to good results
The garden will be going in soon.
I'm back
