Category Archives: Pinched Nerves

A couple of weeks until NANOWRIMO camp writing session.


I have been trying to remember my childhood as that is the portion of my memoir I plan on working on at this session.

I am not doing much right now as I am in serious pain and pain doctor will not give me the strong medicine I need due to my accidental almost overdose. It was a freak accident and nothing else is working so I don’t do much, but sit around or lie around or cry. Lots of crying going on here.

My life really sucks right now. I thought it was bad before, but this is the worst imaginable pain and nothing I can do about it. I can’t imagine living another 20 years or so with this pain and it is only going to get worse. Whoever heard of Degenerative Disk Disease that reverses and goes away. No one I know of. The arthritis won’t go away and neither will the Fibromyalgia and now because of a stupid freak accident, I can’t have pain medicine.

And now we have this coronavirus nonsense going on and they are shutting everything down where people can get together in groups more than 10. They shut our day room down so no more activities till something changes. The grocery stores have nothing in them. I can’t even get my medicines that have to be ordered at this point. I am in NJ (USA), not Italy or China so I can’t imagine what it is like there.

God Help Us All!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

6 injections in the facet joints – more pain not less, next up a nerve block


I thought one injection was bad, but try 6 at one time and to make it worse, it is worse pain now than before. Now they are talking about deadening my nerves to stop the pain. If only that works. I am having trouble being positive during all this.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

A Day At Radiology


Most people go to radiology with just one test in mind. Maybe a mammogram or an MRI. I decided since I hated them both that I would just take one day and schedule them both.

It was time for my routine yearly mammogram. I hate to have them done as something always goes wrong. Whether it is how the technician does it (today she slammed my jaw and chin in the machine. I am yelling and she came running to see what happened. I couldn’t move the machine off of the area and it really hurt.

Mammo’s are painful for me because of the Fibromyalgia. I told her about it and asked that she only tighten the plates the minimum she needed to take the test. Some technicians simple squeeze as hard as possible. She listened and at least a few of the tests weren’t so bad. Now I have to wait and see what they see on the pictures. Every other year or so I am told that they see something and I have to redo the mammo and add an ultrasound and in some cases they want a biopsy which was one of the worst tests I have had done. The anesthesia did not work and I was screaming bloody murder while being scolded about it because after all they gave me anesthesia. Bull! It didn’t work. I went from screaming to tears running down my face and I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it, but every time they touched me I jumped and yelled. The person in charge finally realized that I wasn’t looking at them, but was reacting to each touch. She said to me, “You REALLY are feeling that?” I have a have pain threshold after 40 or more years of chronic pain so you know this was bad. I gave birth to 3 children naturally and didn’t have this much pain. She stopped everything and went through the anesthesia again. It helped a little, but I just finally beared it and got it over with. I don’t want to hear the word biopsy on my breast again. AND there was nothing wrong just to add insult to injury.

Now the MRI is hard as I am incredibly claustrophobic. I took my anxiety medicine before it and since it was my lumbar spine I could go in legs first. Not as scary, plus I had a long ride, but I made the trip since this location had the shortest and the widest bore so i could handle the claustrophobia.

I had a few uncomfortable hours, but it is done and over with and no longer have to look forward to either one of the tests.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Life in a senior high rise


This has been quite an experience. It has been one month now.

Today I set off the alarms for emergencies such as falling etc. The guard (yes we have guards here) was pounding on the door. Scared the hell out of me but hey I know it works.

So far most of the time I get in a handicapped spot and don’t have to worry about the  placard since I got license plates instead. Some of the closer spots are not handicapped so sometimes it is better to park there. This is at the back door. My guests have to come in the front so I can use the intercom and buzz them in or else I have to go downstairs and let them in. They have to sign in anyhow might as well come in the front although that means they have to walk around to the front door. There are a few spots in the front side of the building, but they rather park out back so if they do they get to walk around. I have an intercom for a reason.

We have been getting a lot of rain and thunderstorms this week. I am on the 6th floor and can see the trees below me swaying in the wind. A unique experience.

I can’t remember if I mentioned the knee going out and the trip to the hospital since I couldn’t put weight on it. Stayed one night and then sent home with no one to help me. I was using a walker for when I had to get up and I had my family take the food and medications and put them down on the counter. The only thing they did for me was a referral for home care, but even though they were covered under my insurance it wasn’t for the services they wanted me to have. They couldn’t get that through their head. Thus I was on my own. Thank God I have hand rails in the bathroom. So far I had one shower. My leg isn’t strong enough to hold my weight to get in and out of the tub so back to basin washing.

I have put a lot of money into my car. The accident cost me $500 in repairs and now another $500 for new brakes and calipers before I have another accident. The brakes just catch and slam the car to a stop as if I slammed on the brakes. Very disconcerting and now I am waiting til Friday for the parts and repair. Only drive if absolutely necessary.

These unplanned expenses are coming out of my apartment fund for things I need. It is dwindling fast. I have to make a very tight budget and live by it and it doesn’t leave much for fun things. I will be lucky if I can get food all month. Since it is public housing my rent is 30% of my disability check so everyone is different. Though it is considered senior housing, they have disabled people like me who are younger. I think the cutoff is 50 for them and must be 62 for a senior. I am 61 1/2.

This apartment is a fair size, but Tessa the hoarder is having a hard time letting things go. I did a bunch before we moved and now I find I must get rid of more. And they do inspections here and can’t have a mess, Trash must go out every day to the trash chute in the hall. Recycles must go downstairs. Kind of annoying, but they are trying to avoid nasty little critters. Exterminator comes tomorrow.

Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

Pain, hospital, shocking disclosure


You guys know of my pain, unfortunately the 2nd lumbar epidural did not do much to relieve the pain and I had a strange thing happen: I lost my vision in both eyes and though only a short period of time, ended up at the hospital. (Terrified that I could have been driving,)

They immediately decided that I had a mini-stroke and admitted me and started running tests none of which proved stroke.

As they were finally discharging me, I asked the dr why the ER claimed stroke and admitted me with no signs of it other than a brief loss of vision in both eyes. He told me that when they want to admit someone they find the closest disorder or disease that might fit and admit and run a particular set of tests.

I was angry because they scared my family and I with the thought that I had had a stroke and I didn’t. This has happened before with blood clots and other things. Really stupid if you ask me.

Now I am going to the ophthomalogist to have a complete work up on my diabetes damage and glaucoma pressure to see if one of them is having a problem.

Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (this blog contains my old work), new work is on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

I was warned…


I was warned that day 2 and 3 after the epidural injection could and most likely would cause more pain before leaving.  There is a chance it may not leave, but we are not entertaining that idea.

Today is day 2 and I have some mild pain return. I had a faith healing from my dad to help me and I still have the neck to deal with. I expect another epidural at the minimum in my neck.

It was painful, but bearable so this time I won’t have to be as in fear as I was with that first one. I had these with local anesthesia and not general iv surgery like the first time 7 years ago.

I think moving around  more would also help. I tend to stiffen up the longer I sit or lie down.

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (no longer canceling this blog, just not adding new work to it, sign up for http://www.tessacandoit.com for the new posts).

Epidural done yesterday, feeling much better


The local anesthesia was the worst part. Didn’t feel the actual steroid injection. By the time I got my pain pill a couple of hours later it took a couple of hours to start feeling better.

I could turn over in bed without the resulting pain and this morning getting out of bed was easier. I can walk easier, not all stiff and little steps as I did with that terrible pain. I haven’t felt this well in decades.

Ruby I kept your prayer cloth in my pocket right next to where they were working. It gave me comfort. Thank you to you and your church for praying for me.

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (no longer canceling this blog, just not adding new work to it, sign up for http://www.tessacandoit.com for the new posts).