Dear Jen:
Thank you so kindly for responding to me. I live in Redondo Beach, and like
you I can’t drive either. I have lost range of motion in my arm and between
that, the stabbing pains and the meds, driving is out of the question.
I can only type for brief periods of time before I hurt too much, but a pen
pal would be really great. This whole experiance is surreal. Like that
movie “Ground Hog Day”, I feel trapped in a bad movie and someone is supposed to
wake me up. I use to fish, play softball and volleyball, go to the harbor on
our boat. Now I can’t even cut my own meat and get stuck trying to take my
shirt off.
Breifly, I am waiting for WC to come on board and through my private
insurance, have had a nerve block injection that didn’t work at all. I’m on pain
meds but the Neorontin did nothing but make me gain weight and acne. Waiting
anxiously for the next M.D. attempt at fixing this disorder they don’t
understand.
You really know who your friends are through something like this, I tell
you. I try to get out socially a least twice a week less than 2 hours. I keep
my sense of humor, through the pain. It’s important for my spirit. I feel
better to make my friends laugh. I paint alittle with my right hand. I go for
short walks with a sling and ice my arm 20 on 20 off, afterwards.
I remind myself to feed the spirit and keep some sense of independence.
Be strong girlfriend.
Aloha… Did I spell that right (HAHA!)
Sarita
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