Owwww!
It was a great decision for my soul, but not for my body.
That walk on Shabbat from Soroka to my home, after the birth, caught up with me- mean and lean.
Yesterday
in order to go on a family trip over an hour away, we rented a
wheelchair (or else I'd have had to stay home. It's *that* bad), and
today I am completely resting.
Last night, after the trip and all
the driving (which Robert did), I had to take a back-up of Fentanyl...
my narcs. I ingested a 'lolly'- a complete 400
mmg of the stuff. My usual daily dose is 87.5
mmg, slow release. That brought it up to 487.5
mmg, and I was
still in pain last night! Not good. Gotta take it really easy. Please remind me not to do that again. Duh.
I
honestly didn't think that this would happen. I was feeling pretty
good, in a good space pain-wise. The partially raw-food diet had/has
been doing me well. I am pretty sure it has helped in lowering the
inflammation (thus lowering pain) in the joint (left thigh- PVNS one).
Well, as well as going a bit "off the wagon" over these holidays, I then
walked an hour.
You know how when you are not in pain,
it is very hard to imagine, viscerally, the real feeling of pain? I'm
not talking about the concept and understanding, I'm talking about
remembering exactly how pain feels. That is how Hashem built us- to be
resilient- to forget the feeling of pain. Evidence of that is any family
with more than one child. :) So, that is what lead me, with a pep in my
step, after the great birth experience, to walk home.
Well, I have been duly reminded.
This, too shall pass.
yo, Sarah, how are you?
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