6-23-04 - Now That I've Taken Care of THAT....

Hello, today, a Wednesday, and June 23...

June 23, 2004 AM Pain Log

Wake: 6:05am (hip & back pain, #5 headache, extreme lower ext. weakness, stiffness, extreme fatigue) (est. total 2.5 - 3 hrs. sleep - woke 3-4 times due to pain) Meds: 60mg Celexa & 1 Lasix (a daily) at 7:10am Pain: headache = 5 bodyaches = 7 stiffness =6 nausea = 0 weakness = 7 bm = 0 fatigue = 6 Notes: 1 cup of coffee with sugar/Equal/cream

Never did get to the yard sale...I was too wiped out that day (Saturday). So now I have assorted boxes of 'sale stuff' littering my kitchen, hallway and living room... Maybe next week, if the weather is good.

Last night I helped Trisha do her resume here on my computer...tokk a few hours (10pm to 1:30am), but she left happy, and with a decent resume, cover letter and reference sheet in hand. Hope it helps her get the job she's applying for (Social Services Coordinator)....
I didn't get a lot of good sleep last night. Not only was it brief, I woke sevweral times with major hip pain and weakness, along with a knot of pain in my back and shoulders that I'm sure is a result of sitting for so long last night (while helping trish at the computer). But that was on top of the several hours I spent earlier in the day burning a CD for Mike (brother); we picked him up a little after 1pm and brought him over for the afternoon.
Today I'm watching my younger nieces (they should be here any minute so I have to hurry) 'til around 1-1:30, as I have an appointment with a new Pain Doc at 2pm... Will need to get hold of Dad to take me to that, as I'm possibly getting back/hip injections for pain while there and won't be able to drive home afterwards...
Hoping for some relief.

This morning's dream was bizarre: I was in a long line, but second in line, right behind a girl who was giving the cashier (store? bank? hard to tell) a lot of trouble...you know, making the cashier look things up, filling out forms, etc.
It looked like the cashier was going to throw her out, and then...
The girl turned around, grabbed me and held a gun to my head, telling everyone (and the cashier) I'd be dead if they didn't 'put her through'...
I remember the terror and helplessness, feeling the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against my cheek and ear, and trying to remember the Lord's Prayer so I could ask God forgiveness before I died, but instead I kept whimpering and crying my son'd name over and over...he was all I could think about! My soul rated second to my son'd welfare...
Then I woke up. In a TON of muscle aches and pains. And feeling weak and dizzy from the nightmare. Glad it was just that, but feeling a lot of angst as a result...

Need to get dressed, and ready....Kat will be here with the girls soon, and the house is a mess (will try to tackle dishes first...).