Well, my back is getting better, Now perfect, but better. I am taking 3 Flexeril and some Extra Strength Tylenol and that regiment seems to be helping quite a bit. I can get up outof bed just fine, and there is only 1 or 2 swear words while I am getting back into bed. Problem is Flexeril makes me really sleepy and very dopey. I am hoping to be out of pain by Friday, cuz we have a 10ish hour drive on Friday, 6 of which are after I get my tooth pulled. So, I will have pain in my mouth, I don’t need a lot of pain in my back too. So hopefully taking it easy today, and relatively easy tomorrow, maybe just maybe, just maybe my back will feel great. A boy can dream, can’t he?
Urgent care yesterday was a waste of an hour. Their policies suck, and he offered little to no advice except try physical therapy. I HATE Physical Therapy with a great passion. No matter what I am there for, the exercises hurt and the therapist says they are not supposed to hurt so only do the ones that dont hurt. And when I report back that they all hurt, they send me away. Yup, I have been told not to come back cuz they couldn’t help me from 4 of 5 Physical Therapy places.
We did end up going to Fong’s for dinner, back pain and all. Teresa ordered the Crab Ragoon Pizza and I ordered the Orange Chicken Pizza. Teresa is it all melded together to make a mighty fine pizza. Mine on the other hand tasted like Chinese Food on top of a great crust. Didn’t get the melding together that Teresa got. I went in with no expectations so wasn’t disappointed, just should have went to the movie instead, I bet I could’ve found the perfect recline in their super chair, and they would have brought the food right to my seat. Oh well, Lesson learned.
I was in so much pain we didn’t even discuss catching the movie. Could’ve caught the later show without having to rush. But I wad demolished by then. Could not hardly move without major pain. Teresa, being the caregiver that she is, took great care of me the rest of the night.
Yesterday I called back to MercyOne Adel to get an appointment with Chris (the PA) for whenever he could get me in. Turned out that they had some cancellations, so I am able to see him tomorrow at 3:30 assuming I am not getting platelets.
I have labs at 10am, if my platelets are below 50 I have to get a six-pack of platelets in order to get my tooth pulled on Friday. I should be ok. I should be around 53 or 54. So, I am not too worried about that.
Saturday I am gonna party like a drugged up, sore mouthed, dying guy. Heh, I’ve been worse off and went to big meetings, so this should be easy. My guest list is somewhere between 35-45 people. We can easily feed that many people. My mom has chairs for that many people too. So it should be all good on the party front. I had meant to be there early to help set everything up but no Mayo chose Friday to pull my tooth. I had meant to stay later, to help clean up, but we have to leave Sunday to get to Mayo on time for DLI stuff.
So, hopefully my platelets are above 50 tomorrow morning. And hopefully Chris will have some wonderful meds for me for my back, if not I’ll settle for refills of what I got, I have Flexeril, almost out though, and I have a mild pain med, which takes the edge off. Yeah, I am in baddish shape. Something is about to give and I am afraid it might be me.