By yesterday evening, I had gotten my pain down to relatively manageable 7 or so. Then, last night while doing my exercises - straight leg lifts, the most unpleasant of them to be precise - my leg suffered some sort of catastrophic failure. At first, it simply stopped responding to my commands, in that when I attempted the third set of lifts my leg just would not go up no matter how hard I tried. Or in fact, do anything at all that I tried to get it to do. Eventually, I painfully managed to force my leg up and did the rest of the lifts. By the end, however, I was in so much pain that it felt like my leg had burst (like that runner's muscles in The Animatrix). Even after taking an extra percocet, the pain did not subside. Even today, over 12 hours later, and after taking a vicodin, the pain has not subsided.
I should not have pushed myself, and tried that last rep.
In other news, I got a letter from my lawyer. Well, I say "my lawyer." It appears that their office no longer believes my case is winnable, not because I have a bad case - no, in fact, they think my case is quite good - but because of the other logistic aspects. My wife makes too much money, and I've been out of work so long that I have no more credits built up. So it looks like I need to find a new lawyer. Again.
Awesome.
Right now my bipolar is Oddly Level, considering.
Right now my pain level is 8.5.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
One Week Later
It's been a week since the surgery, can you believe it? Time really flies when you're in excruciating pain.
Last Tuesday, I had to be at the hospital at 6:45 AM. My awesome father-in-law, with my equally-awesome sister-in-law in tow, drove me and stayed the whole day (really, I can't say enough great things about him). I wasn't in the waiting room for all that long before they called me into the back to start getting ready. They, as expected, made me put on a gown, asked me a bunch of questions (the same ones repeatedly), and put in an IV. After saying goodbye to my wife and her dad and sister it was time to go in.
I was told the procedure took about an hour and a half. But it took me two hours after that to wake up from the anesthesia. During that time, the doctor came out and showed my wife pictures of the inside of my knee and explained to her what he did, but given the stress of the day, not exactly taking much away from it other than "it was gross" it perfectly understandable. When I finally woke up (and stopped worrying my wife, who was convinced that I wasn't going to), they gave me the aftercare papers and started to send me on my way. It was at this point that I had to remind the nurses that the doctor had told me that I would have to wear some kind of full-leg brace after the surgery. They said I didn't. I said I did. They called the doctor, who told them that, yes, I did have to wear an immobilizer. Apparently, since I said "brace" that was the problem. Idiots.
So, I've been spending the last week recuperating. I'm doing my very painful exercises religiously (two that have to be done hourly, one that has to be done three times a day), but mostly just sitting in my lazyboy, playing Xbox, and taking copious amounts of very strong pain killers. I'm using crutches to get around the apartment, and can't put any weight at all on my left leg. However, the pain is getting better, and the swelling has gone down a lot. The range of motion is starting to come back though, slowly.
There's more to tell, I think, but I believe I've about reached the amount of time I can spend away from the lazyboy for right now. Another update soon.
Right now my bipolar is Surprisingly Level (though it's been Kinda Depressed or worse for days).
Right now my pain level is 8.75 (now let's get some pain killers in me).
Last Tuesday, I had to be at the hospital at 6:45 AM. My awesome father-in-law, with my equally-awesome sister-in-law in tow, drove me and stayed the whole day (really, I can't say enough great things about him). I wasn't in the waiting room for all that long before they called me into the back to start getting ready. They, as expected, made me put on a gown, asked me a bunch of questions (the same ones repeatedly), and put in an IV. After saying goodbye to my wife and her dad and sister it was time to go in.
I was told the procedure took about an hour and a half. But it took me two hours after that to wake up from the anesthesia. During that time, the doctor came out and showed my wife pictures of the inside of my knee and explained to her what he did, but given the stress of the day, not exactly taking much away from it other than "it was gross" it perfectly understandable. When I finally woke up (and stopped worrying my wife, who was convinced that I wasn't going to), they gave me the aftercare papers and started to send me on my way. It was at this point that I had to remind the nurses that the doctor had told me that I would have to wear some kind of full-leg brace after the surgery. They said I didn't. I said I did. They called the doctor, who told them that, yes, I did have to wear an immobilizer. Apparently, since I said "brace" that was the problem. Idiots.
So, I've been spending the last week recuperating. I'm doing my very painful exercises religiously (two that have to be done hourly, one that has to be done three times a day), but mostly just sitting in my lazyboy, playing Xbox, and taking copious amounts of very strong pain killers. I'm using crutches to get around the apartment, and can't put any weight at all on my left leg. However, the pain is getting better, and the swelling has gone down a lot. The range of motion is starting to come back though, slowly.
There's more to tell, I think, but I believe I've about reached the amount of time I can spend away from the lazyboy for right now. Another update soon.
Right now my bipolar is Surprisingly Level (though it's been Kinda Depressed or worse for days).
Right now my pain level is 8.75 (now let's get some pain killers in me).
Monday, November 2, 2009
One More Day
So, my surgery is tomorrow. And I'm nervous as hell.
I really, honestly, don't care about getting off the cane. Seriously, that doesn't matter to me. It isn't the issue. If I had instability problems or was in a wheelchair but had no pain, I wouldn't even consider surgery for a second. I just don't want to hurt anymore. But what if the surgery doesn't take? What if I come out worse than when I went in? Then I'll be in even more pain than I'm in now. I'll have to take more and stronger pain killers. As it stands I already feel like an addict sometimes. And I'm sure I look like one to a lot of people.
In other news, I saw my lawyer last week. He told me that my wife makes too much money for me to get SSI and I've been out of work so long that that it might be hard to get SSDI. He said that I have a very good case, with all that was already in my file plus the recent addition of the seizures (or migraines or whatever) and the vertigo. Though it might not matter. I could win and still not get any money. If it looks like that will be what happens, then my lawyer won't handle my case and I don't have a lawyer anymore.
But they still faxed over the paperwork for the continuance for me. I got a call from Social Security this morning saying that I didn't get approved for it. I explained to the woman on the phone that I have surgery only days before, and that I'd be coming to the hearing in a wheelchair, in leg brace, on heavy pain killers. I explained that I was told this wasn't really my hearing, but that thing where they show you the video and explain the hearing process and tell you to get a lawyer. Since this is my third time going through this, I asked if I really even needed to go. Of course, she said yes. She did say she'd talk to the judge and try to postpone it. I told her that if she couldn't, I'd still come, though I didn't know how lucid I'd be.
On the other hand, the day I went to see the lawyer, someone actually offered me their seat on the bus. So there's that.
Right now my bipolar is Surprisingly Level.
Right now my pain level is 6.5.
I really, honestly, don't care about getting off the cane. Seriously, that doesn't matter to me. It isn't the issue. If I had instability problems or was in a wheelchair but had no pain, I wouldn't even consider surgery for a second. I just don't want to hurt anymore. But what if the surgery doesn't take? What if I come out worse than when I went in? Then I'll be in even more pain than I'm in now. I'll have to take more and stronger pain killers. As it stands I already feel like an addict sometimes. And I'm sure I look like one to a lot of people.
In other news, I saw my lawyer last week. He told me that my wife makes too much money for me to get SSI and I've been out of work so long that that it might be hard to get SSDI. He said that I have a very good case, with all that was already in my file plus the recent addition of the seizures (or migraines or whatever) and the vertigo. Though it might not matter. I could win and still not get any money. If it looks like that will be what happens, then my lawyer won't handle my case and I don't have a lawyer anymore.
But they still faxed over the paperwork for the continuance for me. I got a call from Social Security this morning saying that I didn't get approved for it. I explained to the woman on the phone that I have surgery only days before, and that I'd be coming to the hearing in a wheelchair, in leg brace, on heavy pain killers. I explained that I was told this wasn't really my hearing, but that thing where they show you the video and explain the hearing process and tell you to get a lawyer. Since this is my third time going through this, I asked if I really even needed to go. Of course, she said yes. She did say she'd talk to the judge and try to postpone it. I told her that if she couldn't, I'd still come, though I didn't know how lucid I'd be.
On the other hand, the day I went to see the lawyer, someone actually offered me their seat on the bus. So there's that.
Right now my bipolar is Surprisingly Level.
Right now my pain level is 6.5.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Hurry Up And Wait
On Friday, I got a letter from Social Security. The date of my hearing is November 6. Three days after my knee surgery. Like I've said in another forum, I honestly can't tell which is the more fun prospect - Having to show up for the hearing in the wheelchair because I just got the surgery, trying to argue that despite the surgery I'm still disabled because my mental illnesses are the reason I'm here anyway, or trying to do all this on heavy painkillers.
Though it turns out this conundrum is more a philosophical debate, as my wife suggested that I push back the hearing because of the surgery, and my lawyer said there is no way I'm going to court that day. Both because of the surgery and so he can work on the case.
So, I've been waiting since (I want to say I got the letter saying I was on the docket in...February? Really, February? Ok) February for my hearing date, and now that I finally have one I'm going to ask to shuffled to the bottom the list again. At this rate I'm never getting Social Security.
Right now my bipolar is Slightly Depressive.
Right now my pain level is 6.
Though it turns out this conundrum is more a philosophical debate, as my wife suggested that I push back the hearing because of the surgery, and my lawyer said there is no way I'm going to court that day. Both because of the surgery and so he can work on the case.
So, I've been waiting since (I want to say I got the letter saying I was on the docket in...February? Really, February? Ok) February for my hearing date, and now that I finally have one I'm going to ask to shuffled to the bottom the list again. At this rate I'm never getting Social Security.
Right now my bipolar is Slightly Depressive.
Right now my pain level is 6.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Surgery And Fears That No One Will Understand
My knee surgery is three weeks from tomorrow. And Jesus Christ I'm conflicted about it. On one hand , I can't wait. Especially on days like today, when I'm in excruciating pain, when I'm at least a 7.5 on the pain scale even through the vicodin. On the other, I have feelings about the surgery that are very hard to explain, but I'm going to try in this post.
In August of 2001 my life changed. I became physically disabled. I'd been mentally disabled for some years before and to some extant I guess I was physically disabled, too. My heart problems, my asthma, etc - invisible disabilities. My point is, I became seriously and visibly disabled. My ability to walk was, I was told at the time, irreparably impaired. And I've discovered in my time in the Disabled Community that there is a world of difference between those with visible disabilities and those with invisible ones. But more on that later.
In the past eight years I've become fairly active in the Disabled Community. I fight for Disabled rights whenever and wherever I can. In fact, I've become pretty militant about it. I am a Disabled Person. And I'm proud. But I'm getting surgery in three weeks that if all goes well will end my reliance of canes and wheelchairs. Why? So I don't hurt all the time.
I just want to not hurt anymore. Is that so wrong? Why do feel like some sort of Cripple Uncle Tom? It's not fair that I feel this way. I feel like I'm betraying everything I stand for. Well lean for and sit for. There's no reason anyone should have to feel guilty for not wanting to feel pain, and yet I do.
And then there's the identity issue. If I'm not the guy on the cane, who am I? I've been the cripple so long, if I'm not I don't think I'll know who I am anymore. I've tried to explain this fear to friends and family, even my therapist, and no one knows what I mean. They all think I'm being ridiculous. But this really bothers me. Sometimes it keeps me up at night.
And there's the reactions from the Disabled Community. I feel like like I'll be shunned. Yes, I'll still be disabled, I'll still be mentally ill and I'll still have tons of other medical issues, but I won't be visibly disabled anymore. And a great many visibly disabled people look down on invisibly disabled people. They're like the light-skinned of the community. They can "pass." As a friend of mine put it when I was talking to her about my fears regarding the surgery, the invisibly disabled are kind of like bisexuals. They don't fit with either group. Just as bisexuals aren't really gay or straight, the invisibly disabled aren't crippled, but certainly aren't not crippled either. I'm not looking forward to explaining to people that "Yes, I am disabled. I'm mentally ill." Having the visual shorthand of a cane is much easier.
The worst part is the surgery might not even work. There's a 25-33% chance that I'll end up worse than I was when I went in. That I'll have less ability to walk and more pain. I'll be using a wheelchair almost full-time. But these things have already been getting worse. If I don't get the surgery, I'll be using a wheelchair almost full-time in a year anyway. So there;s no reason not to take the chance. I have to try. I need to try. I want to not hurt. Even if it means I might end up hurting more.
But if it works, I hope the other crips forgive me. And I hope I forgive myself.
Right now my bipolar is Kinda Level.
Right now my pain level is at least 7. 5 through vicodin.
In August of 2001 my life changed. I became physically disabled. I'd been mentally disabled for some years before and to some extant I guess I was physically disabled, too. My heart problems, my asthma, etc - invisible disabilities. My point is, I became seriously and visibly disabled. My ability to walk was, I was told at the time, irreparably impaired. And I've discovered in my time in the Disabled Community that there is a world of difference between those with visible disabilities and those with invisible ones. But more on that later.
In the past eight years I've become fairly active in the Disabled Community. I fight for Disabled rights whenever and wherever I can. In fact, I've become pretty militant about it. I am a Disabled Person. And I'm proud. But I'm getting surgery in three weeks that if all goes well will end my reliance of canes and wheelchairs. Why? So I don't hurt all the time.
I just want to not hurt anymore. Is that so wrong? Why do feel like some sort of Cripple Uncle Tom? It's not fair that I feel this way. I feel like I'm betraying everything I stand for. Well lean for and sit for. There's no reason anyone should have to feel guilty for not wanting to feel pain, and yet I do.
And then there's the identity issue. If I'm not the guy on the cane, who am I? I've been the cripple so long, if I'm not I don't think I'll know who I am anymore. I've tried to explain this fear to friends and family, even my therapist, and no one knows what I mean. They all think I'm being ridiculous. But this really bothers me. Sometimes it keeps me up at night.
And there's the reactions from the Disabled Community. I feel like like I'll be shunned. Yes, I'll still be disabled, I'll still be mentally ill and I'll still have tons of other medical issues, but I won't be visibly disabled anymore. And a great many visibly disabled people look down on invisibly disabled people. They're like the light-skinned of the community. They can "pass." As a friend of mine put it when I was talking to her about my fears regarding the surgery, the invisibly disabled are kind of like bisexuals. They don't fit with either group. Just as bisexuals aren't really gay or straight, the invisibly disabled aren't crippled, but certainly aren't not crippled either. I'm not looking forward to explaining to people that "Yes, I am disabled. I'm mentally ill." Having the visual shorthand of a cane is much easier.
The worst part is the surgery might not even work. There's a 25-33% chance that I'll end up worse than I was when I went in. That I'll have less ability to walk and more pain. I'll be using a wheelchair almost full-time. But these things have already been getting worse. If I don't get the surgery, I'll be using a wheelchair almost full-time in a year anyway. So there;s no reason not to take the chance. I have to try. I need to try. I want to not hurt. Even if it means I might end up hurting more.
But if it works, I hope the other crips forgive me. And I hope I forgive myself.
Right now my bipolar is Kinda Level.
Right now my pain level is at least 7. 5 through vicodin.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Two Ends Of The Spectrum
Last month I went on vacation with my wife and her family. We went to Myrtle Beach, in South Carolina, in August. It was upwards of 90 degrees with upwards of 95% humidity every day. My knee was not happy about this. I spent the entire vacation in excrutiating pain despite being heavily medicated. I also spent a whole lot of time using my wheelchair.
Here's the crazy part, Myrtle Beach might be the least disablist place I've ever been. Almost everything was accessible, and the people (both locals and tourists) were ridiculously helpful. They held doors for me and blocked traffic so I could cross the street. Store employees went above and beyond in their efforts to help me. And this happened everywhere we went. It was amazing. Now, granted I didn't use the public transportation down there, but if it's a viable option for getting around then Myrtle Beach might be some sort of cripple Shangri-La.
On the other hand, this happened the other day. At a town hall meeting for the health care reform bill, a woman in a wheelchair was shouted down and heckled by opponents of the bill. When she said she was afraid she might lose her house because of medical bills (not because she took on a mortgage she couldn't afford), a man shouted "Good! Lose your house!" One person (though I use term only technically) whose voice stood out among the crowd, when asked later why he heckled her, said "I don't know how a handicapped woman in a chair has more rights than I do."
You asshole, much like the argument for gay marriage, it's not about more rights, it's about the same rights. And to be perfectly honest, since I already get government-run health insurance, I want everybody to have the same rights I have. And clearly, listening to his tone, his problem with her rights (and by extension, mine, and possibly yours - if you're disabled) isn't that she has more than he does, it's that she doesn't have less.
Semi-related, it amazes me how many people with Medicare are protesting the idea of government-run health insurance. If you're not willing to put your money where your mouth is and voluntarily remove yourself from The System, then shut the fuck up.
Now, on to the updates on my health. The dizziness and headaches I mentioned last time have an explanation. Well, three really. My Ear, Nose and Throat Doctor says it's vertigo. BPPV to be specific, but I'll find out more when I get a balance test on the 16th. My Cardiologist says it's likely vertigo, but it might also be the insane number of meds I take or it could be my blood pressure has gotten too low. So he took me off my heart medicine, which should help with both of his theories. I have to go back in six weeks to follow up and if my blood pressure has gone up too much he's putting me right back on it.
I also had an appointment with my Orthopedic Surgeon today. I'm getting the knee surgery. I'm just waiting for a call back with the date. I have a post about that planned, but I'm going to wait until I have the date.
Oh, and I had a kidney stone last weekend. The pain was unbelievable. Which is impressive, considering how much pain I'm in all the time. For it to stand out as especially painful really is saying something.
Right now my bipolar is Kinda Level.
Right now my pain level is 7.
Here's the crazy part, Myrtle Beach might be the least disablist place I've ever been. Almost everything was accessible, and the people (both locals and tourists) were ridiculously helpful. They held doors for me and blocked traffic so I could cross the street. Store employees went above and beyond in their efforts to help me. And this happened everywhere we went. It was amazing. Now, granted I didn't use the public transportation down there, but if it's a viable option for getting around then Myrtle Beach might be some sort of cripple Shangri-La.
On the other hand, this happened the other day. At a town hall meeting for the health care reform bill, a woman in a wheelchair was shouted down and heckled by opponents of the bill. When she said she was afraid she might lose her house because of medical bills (not because she took on a mortgage she couldn't afford), a man shouted "Good! Lose your house!" One person (though I use term only technically) whose voice stood out among the crowd, when asked later why he heckled her, said "I don't know how a handicapped woman in a chair has more rights than I do."
You asshole, much like the argument for gay marriage, it's not about more rights, it's about the same rights. And to be perfectly honest, since I already get government-run health insurance, I want everybody to have the same rights I have. And clearly, listening to his tone, his problem with her rights (and by extension, mine, and possibly yours - if you're disabled) isn't that she has more than he does, it's that she doesn't have less.
Semi-related, it amazes me how many people with Medicare are protesting the idea of government-run health insurance. If you're not willing to put your money where your mouth is and voluntarily remove yourself from The System, then shut the fuck up.
Now, on to the updates on my health. The dizziness and headaches I mentioned last time have an explanation. Well, three really. My Ear, Nose and Throat Doctor says it's vertigo. BPPV to be specific, but I'll find out more when I get a balance test on the 16th. My Cardiologist says it's likely vertigo, but it might also be the insane number of meds I take or it could be my blood pressure has gotten too low. So he took me off my heart medicine, which should help with both of his theories. I have to go back in six weeks to follow up and if my blood pressure has gone up too much he's putting me right back on it.
I also had an appointment with my Orthopedic Surgeon today. I'm getting the knee surgery. I'm just waiting for a call back with the date. I have a post about that planned, but I'm going to wait until I have the date.
Oh, and I had a kidney stone last weekend. The pain was unbelievable. Which is impressive, considering how much pain I'm in all the time. For it to stand out as especially painful really is saying something.
Right now my bipolar is Kinda Level.
Right now my pain level is 7.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Ugh.
Sorry it's been so long since my last post, I really didn't intend for this to be a monthly blog. I really do need to update this more often, especially as I have had things to talk about but just haven't.
I'll start off this update with The Big Issue right now, certain aspects of my health situation have been getting a bit worse lately.
My knee pain has gotten worse, and it's been going out on me completely more often. I find myself having to take my vicodin more frequently. Whereas before I was taking it once a day or maybe every other day, lately I've been taking it at least once a day, often more. And this is after my doctor upped the dosage a few months ago. I've been having a harder time walking and standing, and getting up from chairs for that matter, since my knee seems even less inclined to support my weight than usual.
Also, there seems to be something wrong with my head. Well, something else wrong with it. I've been getting awful headaches and dizzy spells. Really terrible ones. I feel like I'm falling over, usually to the right, and I can't help but try to hold myself up. This happens when I'm standing, sitting or lying down. It's led to me falling into walls and things, though thankfully I haven't hit the ground yet. Even though I just saw her, I have an appointment to see my neurologist again in a few weeks, as my primary doctor was stumped by the problem.
On a probably-related note, I've been sleeping much more than usual. I've been, both, taking more naps and waking up later. Generally, no matter what time I fall asleep, I wake up at about 8:00. On my own, no alarm, everyday. Recently, though, this has not been the case. If I want to get up before like 11 I have to set an alarm. Hell, the other day I slept til 2. This never happens. Something is very wrong.
Both my psychiatrist and my neurologist have upped meds for me recently. My psychiatrist increased my neurontin, and my neurologist increased my topamax. This did not surprise me, as both of these doctors raise these meds every time I see them.
My neurologist also wants me to get an EMG test. She wants to figure out why my hands go numb so often and why I get tremors. I've heard nothing good about the test, only that it's very unpleasant. Oh, and it's the day after I get back from vacation, so yay.
I have no news on my Social Security case or my knee surgery. The knee surgery because we don't know when to schedule it yet, the Social Security case because, well, it's Social Security and there's no knowing when they'll contact you.
Right now my bipolar is Kinda Level.
Right now my pain level is 6 (And I can already feel it getting worse).
I'll start off this update with The Big Issue right now, certain aspects of my health situation have been getting a bit worse lately.
My knee pain has gotten worse, and it's been going out on me completely more often. I find myself having to take my vicodin more frequently. Whereas before I was taking it once a day or maybe every other day, lately I've been taking it at least once a day, often more. And this is after my doctor upped the dosage a few months ago. I've been having a harder time walking and standing, and getting up from chairs for that matter, since my knee seems even less inclined to support my weight than usual.
Also, there seems to be something wrong with my head. Well, something else wrong with it. I've been getting awful headaches and dizzy spells. Really terrible ones. I feel like I'm falling over, usually to the right, and I can't help but try to hold myself up. This happens when I'm standing, sitting or lying down. It's led to me falling into walls and things, though thankfully I haven't hit the ground yet. Even though I just saw her, I have an appointment to see my neurologist again in a few weeks, as my primary doctor was stumped by the problem.
On a probably-related note, I've been sleeping much more than usual. I've been, both, taking more naps and waking up later. Generally, no matter what time I fall asleep, I wake up at about 8:00. On my own, no alarm, everyday. Recently, though, this has not been the case. If I want to get up before like 11 I have to set an alarm. Hell, the other day I slept til 2. This never happens. Something is very wrong.
Both my psychiatrist and my neurologist have upped meds for me recently. My psychiatrist increased my neurontin, and my neurologist increased my topamax. This did not surprise me, as both of these doctors raise these meds every time I see them.
My neurologist also wants me to get an EMG test. She wants to figure out why my hands go numb so often and why I get tremors. I've heard nothing good about the test, only that it's very unpleasant. Oh, and it's the day after I get back from vacation, so yay.
I have no news on my Social Security case or my knee surgery. The knee surgery because we don't know when to schedule it yet, the Social Security case because, well, it's Social Security and there's no knowing when they'll contact you.
Right now my bipolar is Kinda Level.
Right now my pain level is 6 (And I can already feel it getting worse).
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