The weekend in Montauk was good - it was fantastic to get out of the city. Grass! Not so good for the pain but very good for the spirits. I realized I hadn't been out of the city since Christmas time other than a week in Minnesota to be poked and prodded at by doctors. The wedding itself was a bit rough - a catholic one - all rise, then down, then rise, then down, then rise. Finally, I was just down.
The Methadone hasn't really kicked in for the pain yet. It's definitely making me more sedated and slowing me down mentally. At dinner the other night I knew I wanted to know what the soup of the night was but I asked three times in a row what the ice cream of the day was. It's frustrating. I woke up in the middle of the night and asked my husband if he was ordering Lenny's (this is a sandwich place in New York). Weird.
I had complete and utter vindication when I met with the surgeon on Friday that I'd been referred to for this wacky idea of exploratory surgeon. He was like "umm, I'm not going to cut you open unless someone has an actual reason why." His advice to me - find another pain clinic since your current one isn't interest in doing diagnostic blocks on you. Finally, someone that agrees with me that their philosophy is dead wrong!
I am so sorry you are going through this, and the Methadone 'kicking' in yet. At least maybe you can find some humor in the funny things you are doing? :) YEAH for a doctor with a head on his shoulders. They really DO exist out there!! I promise!
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