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Jan. 14th, 2012 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kip_w.
It was a challenging week or so. I was preparing myself to try out for "Titanic — The Musical" at a theater group here that I don't know anything about, but they were efficient about providing the music for the tryout number and things like that. So here I was, a few days away from that, sitting in the very chair I'm sitting in now, when just like magic, my sacroiliac area went out again. As if a tire had gone flat in a second, without a bang or pop, but suddenly I was in some discomfort, and a brief moment of experimentation revealed that it was worse if I tried to stand up. Using a nearby step stool like a walker frame, I was able to stand almost upright and stagger around partly bent over like an old man.
I called the doctor's office and got an appointment, and the upshot of that was a couple of prescriptions: muscle relaxant, and (just in case) Vicodin. I was also way overdue for some lab work, so after making sure the new pills weren't going to mess that up, I went in and let them take some blood out of my arm, and they gave me a kit for taking some rather disgusting samples at home later on.
In preparation for that, I stopped eating beef and liver. Also lamb, in theory, though I seldom have occasion for it. After the stated three days, I looked at the paperwork again and saw that I was also supposed to not take any inflammatory analgesics for seven days, so I stopped taking my Naproxyn and reset the clock.
When a week had gone by, I was done with the muscle relaxants, and it is indeed easier to stand up and walk around. I didn't try out for the musical, since as far as I could see, all of the parts would have required me to get up and move around. I am getting an e-newsletter now, though, that tells of most (if not all) the local opportunities for shows, and I plan to get out and try more often.
Also, we finally got some real snow. I even shoveled some of it. Sarah's with some friends, sledding down a neighbor's hill. I'm staying here, because the physician's assistant I talked to last time happened to mention that the last time I came in for back pain was following a sledding incident back in March.
I'm playing the piano more lately. I hope the trend lasts. Sometimes I even sound good to myself.
Note: I accidentally hit spell-check. I got a list of suggested changes for Vicodin, including "Decoding," "Nicotene," "Voiding," "Voting," and "Kidding." For Naproxyn, it suggests I say "Pyroxene" instead. Put me down for a double order of STET, please.
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It was a challenging week or so. I was preparing myself to try out for "Titanic — The Musical" at a theater group here that I don't know anything about, but they were efficient about providing the music for the tryout number and things like that. So here I was, a few days away from that, sitting in the very chair I'm sitting in now, when just like magic, my sacroiliac area went out again. As if a tire had gone flat in a second, without a bang or pop, but suddenly I was in some discomfort, and a brief moment of experimentation revealed that it was worse if I tried to stand up. Using a nearby step stool like a walker frame, I was able to stand almost upright and stagger around partly bent over like an old man.
I called the doctor's office and got an appointment, and the upshot of that was a couple of prescriptions: muscle relaxant, and (just in case) Vicodin. I was also way overdue for some lab work, so after making sure the new pills weren't going to mess that up, I went in and let them take some blood out of my arm, and they gave me a kit for taking some rather disgusting samples at home later on.
In preparation for that, I stopped eating beef and liver. Also lamb, in theory, though I seldom have occasion for it. After the stated three days, I looked at the paperwork again and saw that I was also supposed to not take any inflammatory analgesics for seven days, so I stopped taking my Naproxyn and reset the clock.
When a week had gone by, I was done with the muscle relaxants, and it is indeed easier to stand up and walk around. I didn't try out for the musical, since as far as I could see, all of the parts would have required me to get up and move around. I am getting an e-newsletter now, though, that tells of most (if not all) the local opportunities for shows, and I plan to get out and try more often.
Also, we finally got some real snow. I even shoveled some of it. Sarah's with some friends, sledding down a neighbor's hill. I'm staying here, because the physician's assistant I talked to last time happened to mention that the last time I came in for back pain was following a sledding incident back in March.
I'm playing the piano more lately. I hope the trend lasts. Sometimes I even sound good to myself.
Note: I accidentally hit spell-check. I got a list of suggested changes for Vicodin, including "Decoding," "Nicotene," "Voiding," "Voting," and "Kidding." For Naproxyn, it suggests I say "Pyroxene" instead. Put me down for a double order of STET, please.
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