I’ll spare you the long and gory details, and just tell you that when I was about 18 years old, I started having terrible pain in my neck/shoulder. In the past 12 years, I’ve done physical therapy, chiropractic care, x-rays, cortisone shots, an MRI, nerve tests, massage therapy, and more physical therapy with no real relief.  Last year, I started having chronic headaches (literally every day) and found out that the position I sleep in was causing that. I got a pillow designed for pregnancy and voila! I have not woken up with a headache but one or two times since then. I still get them frequently during the day, but nothing like I was. Yay for some relief!
Sadly, in the past few months, I’ve been “throwing my neck out” – like when people say they threw their back out only it’s my neck. Usually, the pain is just annoying and I just try not to do anything that requires me to turn my head. But sometimes, it’s so bad, I literally can’t move it one way or the other. Last week, I did it again, only this time, there was pain shooting down into my arm and shoulder. It made me cry(which I try not to do when I’m hurting) because even being still wouldn’t make it go away. I ended up going to my doctor and then to statcare because nothing was helping. I got a prescription for Vicodin and happily that helps, but it really makes me loopy and if I don’t take it, it hurts again… Blah.
So my wonderful wonderful doctor (Melanie Mirande, if you’re looking for someone) listened to all my woes and recommended a new physical therapist who I will be going to see later this week. I want to hope that it will work, but I don’t think I can hope anymore – after 12 years of dealing with nearly constant pain – be it slight or severe – with no real relief does that to a person.
It kind of reminds me of infertility actually – how when you first try, you expect that soon you’ll be pregnant. When it doesn’t work for a few months, you get a little nervous but still hope. If you keep trying long enough (years), eventually you’ll want to stop hoping because it just makes it hurt that much worse if you’re still not pregnant at the end of the month. You eventually stop expecting to get pregnant, too.
Sheesh, I am loopy and rambling. I guess what I’m trying to say is that everyone has (or will) dealt with some kind of infertility – maybe not with pregnancy, but with another thing they are waiting for: a husband, a job, a house, a car, healing. So maybe you can’t specifically relate to my condition, but I do think you can understand my frustration.
I’m really interested to see if these new physical therapists can help me out. Since I’m feeling pessimistic, like my sister always says, I won’t be disappointed if it doesn’t help because I’m not expecting it to. On the other hand if it does help, I’ll be surprised and excited. I’ll keep you posted, but don’t bother asking how I’m doing if you see me. I know that sounds rude, but after 12 years of telling people, “Well, no, I’m not better…” it’s kind of discouraging. If I don’t tell you I’m doing better without being asked, just assume I’m not doing better and keep praying for me. 🙂
And now, before I go off on another hydrocodon-induced rant, I shall bid you adieu.