Okay, so it has been a couple of months since I have blogged anything. In mid October of last year I started having sciatica. It was annoying at first and I was able to get by with Motrin. By the time I posted my last post I had begged my doctor to do something and she sent me to physical therapy. A few weeks after I started physical therapy I went to see my doctor and had a major melt down. By that point I wasn't sleeping (maybe 3 hours a night) and was really hurting 24/7. The Motrin was barely taking the edge off and I was having a hard time functioning.
My doctor referred me to a pain management doctor. By this time it was late December. I saw the pain management doctor who sent me for a MRI. The MRI confirmed I have a ruptured disc. The doctor said he wanted to send me for a epidural injection and hope for the best but he thinks surgery will be needed. My injection was scheduled for 1/13 but on 1/11 I went into Urgent Care with a bad sore throat. I had an infection and needed antibiotics. The injection can't be done while sick or on antibiotics so now it is rescheduled for 1/27. I am still not sleeping, taking lots of narcotics, anti inflammatory and a nerve pain blocker. It makes very little difference. I am miserable!
Sitting hurts, laying down hurts, standing hurts... I am so tired and miserable. The strangest thing is, I have no idea how I hurt my back. For the past few years I have had issues with muscle spasms a couple times a year. I would take some muscle relaxers for a couple days and be good as new. This is an entirely different ball game. I work full-time, and getting myself through the day can be really hard. The mornings and nights are the worst and if I can get myself moving and stretched out I can tolerate the pain with the meds.
With all this going on I have totally neglected any exercise or good diet. Sometimes I eat just because it makes me feel better. The good news is one of the only things that brings me relief is walking. So, when I am up in the middle of the night I get on the treadmill and walk. I walk a couple miles every morning before work. The bad news is that my diet has not helped me and I have only maintained me weight. Losing is not at all of a priority though. Surviving is my only goal right now.
This post sounds really depressing, and though I am hating every second of this... I am making due. I am just praying I don't have to have another surgery.