This Is It..My Fun Saturday Night
March 25, 2006
This is how I’m going to spend my Saturday night; watching the pretty decent movie line up of While You Where Sleeping, My Best Friend’s Wedding, and then Mr. Deeds. After Mr. Deeds, I’m probably going to go to bed. I’m cranky, lonely and upset. I haven’t had any meds since 4 in the morning, my arm is killing me and I’m pretty sure that I’m going through withdrawals because I’m not having my regular intake of pain killers. I’m boiling hot one minute, then shivering cold the next. It’s like I have a fever or something, and I’m so cranky because of it. I thought being off these stupid drugs would make me feel better but no. My arm hurts and I’m having “withdrawals”. Well, at least the sub I had for dinner is still in my stomach, which is comforting.
On top of that, I’ve got no one to talk to: my sisters are all out and my parents are entertaining guests in the garage. I really wanted to invite JD over but I knew that David was going to have some kind of party today so I didn’t bother. Oh well, I suppose that I wouldn’t have been much fun in my current state. Although I still have nobody to talk to, and I really wish that I could type with both hands because this is SO slow. I really am sick of this whole “recovering” business. After a while it gets really old. Last night I woke myself up several times because my pillows fell off my bed and I accidently rolled over onto my sore arm and woke up in pain, it wasn’t a very fun night. At least I’m keeping my food down, which is what I wanted right? So I guess I should suck it up right? It seems with every hour the shivers and what not get slightly better, so maybe I won’t be feeling this way tomorrow.
I bet I sound really whiney and complainy and cranky, but I really just want this all to end and go back to normal. “Cronic” pain I can put up with far better then those pills the doctors gave me, I mean I’m used to cronic pain…not being on medication all the time. I don’t think I explained about the cronic meds or not, so I’ll do it again for good measure. When I was in the hospital, a few doctors from some sort of cronic pain floor came to see me. They said that they were going to put me on this stuff to help with the pain that I’m always in called “Novo Gabapentin”. I’m supposed to take it every eight hours but I don’t think it mixed too good with the other stuff I was taking for the pain of after surgery, stuff called “Hydromorphone”. I don’t know which one was making me sick to my stomach all the time, so I’ve stopped taking both. Probably not the best idea, but it’s the only solution I could come up with. Besides, I’ve been in pain like my whole life, why are they suddenly putting me on drugs for it? I used to think that my doctor thought I was making it up. I’m glad that they now know that MHE hurts, mostly all the time. And Tylenol doesn’t work, neither does Advil.
Mr. Deeds is on now. I’m going to go watch it.
March 26th, 2006 at 6:57 am
If you’re having withdrawal symptoms, it’s probably from the Hydromorphone, as it’s what’s called a “hydrogenated ketone” of morphine.
It’s probably what was causing your nausea and vomiting, too.
When you experience side effects like this, you really should talk to your doctor before you stop taking a prescription medication cold-turkey like this.
BAD THINGS can happen.
Your doctor’s aware of your medications’ side effects, and may even be expecting you to call about them.
Glad you’re keeping your food down, though.
March 26th, 2006 at 11:03 am
Hope you’re feeling better soon. At least what you chose to watch on a weekend night was better than what my kid decided to watch last night before he headed out the door.
March 26th, 2006 at 11:04 am
Jess, I told you that I did want to come over, and everyone stopped hanging out around 6 so I could possibly gotten a ride there (Jess L) and then you could have had someone to talk to. All you needed to do was ask.
As for your pains and everything. I have nothing to say about that because I have never been through it, and I have no comfort. Sorry.
Later.