Woke up this morning in horrific pain. On a scale of 1 to 10 it was a 9. I took some prescription ibuprofen, and it did nothing to touch the pain, so an hour and a half later or so, I took a Vicodin. After waiting an hour for it to kick in, and it deciding not to, my wonderful husband, being very concerned about me, insisted I go in to the ER.
Bugster watched the girls for us, and Hubster took me to be seen.
It appears as though I have some sort of complication from the surgery I had at the beginning of August. Looks like more surgery to fix it in the very near future. I'll find out tomorrow when I see my doctor, and we have the opportunity to discuss how to deal with it.
I'm having a hard time putting coherent thoughts together as a result of the stronger pain meds the doctor put me on. Hoping they don't make me get sick to my stomach again. I told you I wouldn't make a very good drug addict. I don't like nausea and wooziness they cause, but I need them to help take the edge off this pain.
I'm thinking this might be a long few days.
I'm off to bed for whatever amount of sleep I might be able to get...
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.