CarolKing
Singer of songs and a vapor connoisseur
@ChippyMalone have you thought or tried acupuncture? I was a sceptic, it helped me for a while. It's a series of treatments, it took about five sessions before I noticed any improvement. Each session is between 40 to 60 min. It's not something that's quick. My insurance covered part of the fee.Well, I've had a really rough week: probably some of the worst nights I've had in a long time. But lots of great progress made this week that I cannot complain, really. Got a new futon mattress to put down on the floor in the bedroom. I'm sleeping in the same room with my wife, even if I'm on a dog bed on the floor, so that's a good thing. The top neurosurgeon in Seattle told me that he wouldn't do surgery on me for quite some time, as I may benefit from an implanted spinal cord stimulator. But I've got to wait until February to even meet with the Borg Collective representative to schedule my assimilation date.
The weirdest and worst thing happened two nights ago. I woke up needing to go to the bathroom. With my butt full of cannabis oil suppositories and constipation from increased pain meds, I discovered my wife had forgotten to change the toilet paper roll in the middle of the night. So I went to the guest bathroom, but discovered that the sick cat isolated in there had diarrhea outside the box that had to be cleaned up. Since I cannot bend or reach like I used to, when I am in the most pain scooping litter boxes means that I need to take off my clothes because my knees, shins, backs of my feet, and toes are going to have to touch the floor immediately next to the litter box. Even with good cats, this means that you end up having to sit in scattered and possibly used cat litter until the job is finished. I lost it when my wife told me that waking up and taking a shower at 2 in the morning was unacceptable. The increased pain and two weeks without decent sleep had me sundowning and unable to understand that people around me were not creating booby traps to hurt and torture me. The good thing is that my wife works with blind veterans who are working through the process of being newly disabled, so even though I made her cry, she knew that it was not really me yelling at her in the middle of the night and that this was the only way I was able to really explain that my pain was really greater than anybody knew.
I feel terrible for yelling at my sweet wife in the middle of the night, as this is just not remotely close to our normal communication. Have to say that being loved by someone who can still love you when you are yelling at them irrationally is a pretty good thing. However, I have to admit that I am secretly pleased that I think that I have won the decade long battle to convince her that replacing the toilet paper is the broken up thing to do, onsidering that she is in there all the time and uses 95% of what gets used in the house. I suspect she eats the stuff!!!!
Morning vape of Pink Haze and listening to the Temptations. . . herbal tea didn't settle my stomach, but I have an untouched forest berry pie that came or of the oven last night.
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