One of the things that happens when I don’t take pain killers but I’m in severe pain is that I sleep a lot. I mean A LOT. I’m talking 10-11 hours per night plus 2 hours per day. I assume that’s my body’s way of preventing me from doing further damage while it tries to correct the current problem.
All that sleep can really eat up most of my time. Add to it that I feel terrible (pain + fatigue) when I’m awake, and I lost another day right there. I took Advil when the pain was unbearable, but the urologist told me yesterday that I need to stop Advil 48 hours before whatever procedure I undergo on Tuesday. So today is the last day for pain killers since I don’t like the way that Percocet makes me feel.
I spent most of yesterday, other than a trip to see the urologist, on my back with a heating pad. Since I just bought the newest volume of Fables by Bill Willingham, I had something to do that didn’t consume too much energy, but kept my attention off the pain. I went back and read the two previous volumes to remind myself of the story lines. I admire how Willingham keeps the characters’ behavior consistent by making the act based on their motivations. It isn’t that what happens is predictable, but it makes sense when I read it. The characters aren’t chaotic, they do change over time, but they do so in a way that I can follow and appreciate as a reader (and as an aspiring writer).
Today I’m still wiped out. All I’ve done is go for an x-ray in preparation for removing the kidney stone. Pain is so tiring (I might have mentioned that already). I’d really like to be done with the kidney stones and get back to curing myself of Lyme disease. I also find that I don’t want to be around people when I hurt this much. I don’t want to talk on the phone. I don’t want to concentrate or try to feel any additional emotions. It zaps my energy. For now, I’ll go rest some more.
Categories: healing process