Regressive progress
Life continues apace.
Little is happening around the Manor. The only noticeable change is that the cancer is starting to make a nuisance of itself.
The pain is just that – a fucking pain in the neck. It started a while back and has progressed to a point where I am thoroughly pissed off. I have tried Solpadine, Nurofen, Paracetemol. Morphine [prescribed] and Solpadol [also prescribed]. None of them work with the possible exception of Solpadine which basically makes the pain a little more bearable.
The pain is in the side of the face. It feels like all the teeth in the left had side of the jaw have rotted to the root, exposing the nerves. It’s constant and every now and then sends sends a jab of severe pain which usually makes me grunt, moan or jump, which scares Herself. The only problem with this description is that I don’t have any rotten teeth, or indeed any teeth there.
The problem is really in the jaw joint just below the ear. This means that if I try opening my mouth to eat I get a screaming pain in the jaw. Luckily it’s just an initial thing so once I get over that I can eat reasonably normally.
Normal sleep now is generally a thing of the past. I get to sleep quickly enough but then wake around three or four with no chance of going back to sleep again. So i just get up and potter around the kitchen or doze in the armchair. I haven’t worked out why I can sleep in the armchair but not in bed. I have a sort of theory that it’s down to position – vertical okay, horizontal bad.
I thought this was a week free of appointments just to give me a rest, Yesterday morning I got a text reminding me I had an appointment on Friday [tomorrow]. This came as a surprise as they hadn’t made an appointment. I tried phoning to see if it was a mistake but couldn’t get through. An hour or so later I got another text telling me that an appointment had been made for tomorrow. They were just getting ahead of themselves. At least I can tell them about the latest pain.
I’m not complaining. This isn’t a plea for sympathy. it’s basically just a note to myself on the progress of things.
i really should go back to writing a journal?
Hi Grandad,
I can relate to your continuing pain. After my lung surgery last June I was left with a large numb area surrounded by a very painful area which goes from just a niggling pain to a side splitting, unable to walk straight pain.
I have been blessed with a combination of two drugs that works very well at ridding myself of the pain. Itâs Gabapentin and Tramadol. They keep me from staggering and yelling, usually at the same time. As a matter of fact they make me forget that I have any pain. I would think the morphine would make the pain go away. One doctor wanted to give me morphine. I said a resounding no. The combo that Iâm on gets rid of it enough for me. Iâm happy, I wish you were. Iâll say a prayer for you and send a bunch of good vibes your way.
I’m going to have a chat with Doc next time I see him. I’ll mention Gabapentin and Tramadol and see what his reaction is. Thanks for that.
Chilling, Grandad, chilling. All sorts of thoughts.
“i really should go back to writing a journal?”
You really should do anything you damned well want to be doing.