and of course now find myself up in the murk midnight more often than not taking painkillers and blearily surfing the net while i wait for said painkillers to kick in. although tonight they're not. and i find myself wondering if i was really sold tramadol or some pale placebo....
and, interstate last week, i seriously contemplated ringing reception to help me get dressed as i couldn't reach my feet.
call me a meta-goober - i'm off to the physio to be righteously chastised and hopefully fixed
2 comments:
Poor bella - glad to hear you're getting it looked at. Give me a ring if you need help getting your shoes on!
*mwah*
PS "Some Pale Placebo" is a great title (poem or quilt, perhaps?).
How much tramadol are you on? Does it work for you - cos for some people it doesn't do the right pathway thing? I have been on a single dose 24 hour slow release for the last 2 years now - and it is lovely. SO much so that I get strangling panic if I inadvertantly (?) - accidentally - run out cos they really do work so well!
Pain is so awful, I know people who are painfree do not realise just how lucky they are (and if they have t invent stuff so others will cosset them I want to slap them!). Hugs, xxxx
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