I have been in a lot of pain recently and it has brought out my psycho bitch from hell. I have a lot of difficulty getting up from chairs, bed and the toilet. Also walking. And dammit, swimming which usually helps, now causes more pain. My hips are giving me a lot of grief and my hands and legs are not far behind. Jazz is not helping me, and goes into attack mode many, many times each day.
Earlier this week I went to see my neurologist. This time he listened to me when I said that I was in significant pain. Sadly I think the fact that the smaller portion nodded in agreement when I explained that I was waking the household shrieking in the small hours had something to do with the neurologist deciding it was time to do something to alleviate the pain.
So he prescribed new, and expensive, medication. It will cost me nearly $100 a month. Ouch. I don't yet know how much of that I will get back from my health fund. Less than 50% I expect. I have started taking it. It doesn't eliminate the pain, but it does take the edges off. A good start. It also turns me into a space cadet. My brain is full of fog. And if I move suddenly the world turns with me. Other effects that may or may not emerge to delight me are nausea, vomiting, weight gain, constipation, diarrhea, suicidal thoughts. Oh joy, oh bliss. All things I can do without. And I love the way the pharmaceutical company hedges its bets on what to expect. Sigh.
So, because I am a firm believer in the virtues of denial I waddled/wobbled into the garden. We have had a few days of glorious sunshine and unseasonable warmth. Things are springing out of the ground everywhere. There is not much in bloom yet, but there is the promise of many, many glorious things to come.
Some of you may remember that I was seduced by this Brazillian Edelweisse, and now it has started shooting. Excitement.
And outside, everywhere I look, things are poking through the ground. There is not much in flower yet, but a heap of promise for the weeks to come. More excitement.
And while I was wandering round with my camera, I was being observed.
Two galahs, separated by a pair of corellas. And when I came inside, they came down and squabbled over the feeder.