I’m starting to wonder if my doctor is a drug pusher.
This evening, in order to get into bed I have a neuroblocker for CRPS, another one for reflux, another couple of dihydrocodeine to kick some of the pain in the arse & a laxative because otherwise the codeine quite literally becomes a pain in the arse.
I have more in the morning & some more to get me through the day. Which sort of makes me wonder why stuff still hurts. Seriously, I ought to be stoned put of my tree. Instead I’m just vaguely contemplating a nap.
My elbow is currently beautifully swollen after the blood test, because apparently poking a vein directly leads to wonky elbows. This is a nice addition to the regular joints out and reflux.
I’m having a bit of an “Everything hurts” grump this evening, providing me with an excellent resting bitch face.
I’d do anything for a 24 hour date with my mega pillow.