The last couple of days have been pure hell! I cannot believe that the Physical Therapy has done that much damage. I could barely get out of bed. My pain level was easily about 14-15 out of 10. I felt nauseous, from the pain. I guess the best way to describe it was as if I was scraped up off of the street after getting hit by a truck. I should have been on a morphine drip. How an I supposed to keep a positive attitude? I moved across the country in hopes to be closer to family and I don't even have my friends to help. I hate this pain, I don't want it. I don't want anyone else to have to go through this either.
I called Dr. R, my new family doctor and Dr. T (neuro) and never heard back from Dr. T and Dr. R's office called as I was leaving out the door to go to physical therapy AGAIN. She said that Dr. R doesn't want me to continue going right now. They are going to call in 'Prednisone' instead. So I guess I'll take that for 5 days, and then we'll see what happens.
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