Injections of Doom - pics coming!
Today, the doctor actually had a third person come in and take photographs of me while I was getting the shots. (OK, fourth person in the room if you count me.) The photographer said this is the same facial expression she made when she was pushing with labor. Sadly, she didn't focus in on my face, so instead these are big photos where you can see my whole upper body. But still you can tell that I'm lurching up from the chair. I firmly maintain that if these had been taken the first or second time they'd have been much more dramatic. Ah well. The doctor says he'll e-mail them to
rfrench, and then maybe I can post 'em here.
I'm not walking very strangely today. I think my nerves are weak enough that I can't really feel the weird effects of the anaesthetic.
New bit of information today. My nerves may not go FULLY numb. I figured they were supposed to die completely, but apparently not -- as long as the neuroma pain is gone the treatment is good. I may retain some sensation in the affected toes.
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I'm not walking very strangely today. I think my nerves are weak enough that I can't really feel the weird effects of the anaesthetic.
New bit of information today. My nerves may not go FULLY numb. I figured they were supposed to die completely, but apparently not -- as long as the neuroma pain is gone the treatment is good. I may retain some sensation in the affected toes.
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I'm half joking ... but only half. When I have a bad flare in, say, one knee, I don't notice much else. When the flare starts easing, I suddenly start noticing all the other joint and muscle pains that I'd forgotten about because they were so mild by comparison. When that happens I always think, "Well, at least the flare gave me relief from my usual aches and pains!"
That's really reaching, but sometimes that's what it takes to come up with something positive. =wry grin=
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I understand. I definitely see what you mean here.
Over the past few months I've started to realize that my concept of pain is a very *good* result of my Stoopid Girl Parts troubles. A wisdom tooth dry socket is nothing -- NOTHING -- I didn't even bother to take painkillers, not even right out of the recovery room, that's how nothing it was. My abdominal surgery a year and a half ago? I was out jogging a couple days later, incisions still covered up with lots of tape. These foot injections? I make faces.
All in all I'd rather not have had it, but I do realize that in a lot of ways it's made me tough. Tough has benefits.