...since I wrote an article. I haven't had the urge or the need to write; my creative urge is being satisfied elsewhere - and I've been really fucking tired.
We got new living room furniture, and I've been making some American Primitive art pieces to go with the new furniture. It's looking pretty good - I'll take some photos this weekend and post them so y'all can see what I've been doing.
I worked 13 days straight a couple of weeks ago. I didn't do it for the money, although that was a nice fat check - I did it because my patients needed me. I also slept over at their house one night this past week; the Mister has a disease that causes him to see and hear things that aren't there, and he got himself into such a state that I decided the only sure for him was a night of good, uninterrupted sleep - and if he DID happen to see things that weren't there again, I'd be able to gently verify that no, it wasn't real and that there was nothing to worry about because I was there to take care of things. The Missus gets up to go to the bathroom at least 3 or 4 times a night, and she needs assistance getting out of bed and onto the commode. So, I stayed over and slept on the couch near their room and gave the Mister a break for the night. The Missus, as predicted, got up 4 times to go to the bathroom, so I got up with her. I can't say that I got a good night's sleep because I didn't; I dozed with one ear open - but the Mister got a good night's sleep and felt MUCH better the next day. Mission complete.
I saw my pain management specialist yesterday. I usually see a resident; the Doc comes in if there's a problem but for the most part the resident can deal with things. As I was walking into the clinic I noticed a young Pakistani man in scrubs checking me out, so I smiled at him - and got a smile in return. You'll never guess who walked into the room and introduced himself as Dr C.....yeah, it was him. I'm 100% positive he was hitting on me during the consultation, and I wish that I'd flirted back more than I did. I wouldn't have done anything deceptive, but it would have been a hell of an ego boost to have a very cute Doctor's phone number in my pocket when I left....! Actually, it was good for my ego just to have him checking me out and flirting with me the way he did. I may be a little chunky, but I've still got it....
Anyway, Dr C and Dr T and I decided that it was time to come off the Fentanyl patches. My body and brain have become accustomed to them, making them less effective. I'm not on a very high dose, but I don't want to HAVE to be on a high dose - and making this change will prevent that happening. So, at the start of April I'll remove my last patch and 4 hours later will take my first MS Contin. Controlled release morphine, in other words. I'll also have some instant release morphine for breakthrough pain - right now I'm taking oxycodone, which is Percocet without the acetaminophen. Taking those pills is getting to be like playing with fire for me....I'm not addicted, but I don't WANT to be addicted, so taking something other than oxycodone is a very good idea. Dave's not impressed, though. He's of the opinion that morphine is....well, it's the kind of thing you give to people who are in agony, and he thinks that my pain isn't bad enough to warrant morphine. He thinks my pain isn't bad enough.....he thinks I'm faking so I can get drugs.
Ha. I fucking wish I was faking.
He doesn't seem to understand how bad it is. That's been the problem for the last 4 years, actually. He didn't understand how bad the initial accident was, he didn't understand how bad my injuries were, he didn't understand how bad it hurt after the accident - and that's why he didn't come home - he didn't understand how much it STILL hurt after the surgery failed to provide any relief, and he still doesn't understand how much it hurts. I wish that I could have him live in my skin for a couple of days, perhaps then he'd be a little more sympathetic and would understand why a low dose of morphine is necessary.
*sigh*
I've changed the purple highlights in my hair. They're hot pink now, to match the Crocs that I wear to work. I've also got a pair of purple ones, and both pairs have skull and crossbone plugs in a couple of the holes. I'm also wearing scrubs, they're comfortable and durable and more importantly they're stain resistant. I've found some to co-ordinate with my pink and purple Crocs and my pink hair, and the Missus loves it. She calles my crocs my 'happy feet' and says that I brighten up her day just by being there. That makes me happy....she and the Mister don't believe me when I say that I'd still come look after them even if I wasn't getting paid for it, but I would. They're just adorable people; they're a joy to be around even when they're cranky or tired or worried and having a bad day.
My son has the second day of after school detention this afternoon. Another student was talking smack about me and Shea, and Davey told him to shut up. The kid responded by hitting Davey on the chin, so Davey blacked the kid's eye. They both got hauled off to the Principal's office, and they both got punished - but the other kid got 2 days of in-school suspension. Davey's punishment was lighter because the principal felt he was defending himself, which, in a way, he was. We still grounded him - because using his fists to solve an argument isn't acceptable to us. I'm secretly pleased that Davey blacked the other kid's eye, though.....but don't tell him!
Well, JU, it's time for me to mosey on down to the school and pick up Slugger McSmack-a-lot. I'll see y'all later....