Reality bites
Today was not a good day.
It started after a lovely lie-in. This had nothing to do with clocks being changed, it just happened naturally.
So, having dressed and trotted happily into the kitchen I looked forward to a quiet peaceful day.
This was not to happen.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the pain hit. This was no ordinary pain. On a scale of 1 to 10 [the way medics check pain levels], this was a 15. It was akin to having all the teeth on one side of my face ripped out without anesthetic. I dived into my stash of painkillers and went to swallow a couple of nuclear ones. The pain racked up with a vengeance! It had now topped 20. I can honestly say I don’t ever remember a pain as severe, and I have had many hard knocks in my time. The side of my face felt like is was on fire. Any movement of the jaw produced a severe stabbing pain in the joint. It actually caused me to squawk with the pain which was not like me, and had Herself worried.
Eventually the pain subsided, though it took a double dose of the industrial strength pills.
It tried to resurface again a couple of times during the day before finally leaving me alone.
Cancer is a right pain in the hole.
And in the face and neck.
Really sorry to read that. What meds can the hospital offer apart from pills – anything quicker?
Well grandad, you have sure had your share of miseries in the past few months. I’m with Rolf on this. Surely there is something the medicals can come up with that will ease the pain.
As above, pain like that shouldn’t be necessary to bear, let the medics know just how bad it is and how quickly it appears, that may give then clues how to alleviate it better.
Understandably, their default is to give the minimum levels thought necessary but, if it’s so bad, then they need to up the ante another level. In their defence, they don’t know how bad it is until you experience and describe it. Makes you wonder how vets manage when the patient can’t tell them.