Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Oh Sleep, my long lost friend.. We meet again.

So here we are 2 weeks post surgery.  Sleep..  My dear companion.  While I am forced to sleep on our reclining couch I have still been getting a full nights sleep with diminishing drug intake. (Side note: Percocet is EVIL - stuff makes me nauseous to say the least.)

Pain is diminishing, although at the surgical follow up today Doc told me 2 more weeks in the sling of shame and then off to rehab. So the rub of all of this comes down to, you're not in your 20's anymore, stop doing stupid shit that is going to hurt you because you are not going to bounce back from it anymore and you are going to be in pain for a very long time annoying the people around you for even longer making them want to put a pillow over your head while you sleep for sweet peace in their lives..  or something like that..

So now that I have actually been able to remain coherent for more than 2 hours at a time initially following the procedure, I have managed to actually get a few letters out.  Been actually through some acrobatics, been able to hold a book and read some before dozing off in a pain killer induced coma (light).

Well folks - all I can handle at the moment - night night time.  Ice packs here I come..


Friday, May 5, 2017

When the lack of sleep finally catches you..

Well it happened. Life finally caught up with me. I have been dealing with pain from many accidents over the years between motorcycles in my youth to cars in my not so youth.  Most recently the little rear end job a few years ago that has lead to my in ability to sit for relatively long periods of time without headaches hitting me or just the simple act of sitting and typing or writing, which was a nice respit from daily activities and a nice outlet.

Over the last few months though I have had one of my old injuries that has reared its ugly little head and prevented me from getting a glimpse of a nights sleep.  Shoulder injuries are not fun. They hinder life's simple movements and joys.  Lifting an item more than chest height without pain - nope.  Shooting a baseball game (photography), nope, driving, not for very long.  You get the idea. So after a recent fall that finally threw me over the edge in Sept. and going through everything the docs tell you to do I could take it no more and went under the knife yet again.

That was Tuesday and typing this one handed is a new adventure (taking a bit).  Responses to online readings or work email has a new look (think Almost Famous - I AM A GOLDEN GOD - I'M ON DRUGS!!) as this as well might be a run of in cohearent thoughts (forgive please).

Reading (ha) more of a head bobbing session within fits of consciousness.  I do however have the company of both Martha and Skits as they lay over the top of me while I sleep acting as my living blankets (Chessiekets?).  I just hope this does the trick, the pain meds go away and I can get back to doing the little things that make our lives here just a little better.  Pain elimination should give me just a tad bit better mood in the house and make the 48 yr old fart a tad bit more bearable.  

Anyone else in the parts falling off club?  Pains that just wont go away and interfere with daily get alongs?