Back pain is the devil.
I realize that I work in healthcare, so it is a malady that is very likely to happen to me. I just figured that the pattern of occasional aches and pains with a "throw back out" every few years would just continue indefinitely. I forgot to add in the fact that I'm no longer 22 and agile as hell.
I'm honestly lucky if I can keep up in a day. I am a single mom to a VERY high-energy 3 1/2 year old. I work full time nights in a children's hospital. We scurry from preschool to dance class like nobody's business, sometimes directly after working all night. I am cursed with fibromyalgia. This, on top of everything else, is seriously putting a damper on my Superwoman status.
It started getting worse a few months ago, to which my doctor responded with anti-inflammatories and a muscle relaxer. He figured it was likely arthritis combined with wear and tear.
All was well until my stupid back decided to up the ante. For the past week or two, things have gotten bad. Like, 'leave work early' and 'break out the heating pad at 8 am' bad. I swear, I could take down a convicted felon on just pain level aggression alone. Eek.
I called the doc last week in pure agony, he called in a new script that leads me to the second fundamental truth in life.
Prednisone is the second devil in charge.
I can't sleep, can't eat, feel as bloated as a hot air balloon constantly, and have to try to maintain my cool so I don't kill people due to the 'roid rage. To add insult to injury, it has done absolutely nothing for my back pain. If anything, I'm even more miserable.
I have an appointment tomorrow, lets hope no one has the idea for more steroids. Things could get real ugly.
As if they haven't already. Wish me luck!
