Monday, March 11, 2013

Ring a ding

I'm still dealing with the pain. It's been bad, however, for some reason when I got up this morning and already felt the stabbing and aching coming back, I thought to myself: fuck you pain. I will outlast you. It felt nice to say that. I'm definitely going to be cashing in on using some anger to get me through some tough spots, despite the negative connotations with the Dark Side of the Force. I'll be yin-yanging it for certain.

These days certainly manifest the steepest battles throughout my campaign of cancer. I never thought it would be this hard, and would never wish this on my worst enemy. Right now, this pain is straight-up debilitating, and I apologize to all my family and friends for all the events I've missed or had to decline. I am taking steps to remedy the situation.

I'm seeing about getting a celiac plexus block, which is supposed to deaden a cluster of nerves that are a ring-a-ding-dinging every day. In fact, the mental image I have of the entire neural transaction is that of an Old West cookie, replete with a busted, coffee-stained, toothy grill, picking up an iron triangle and jabbing it repeatedly as soon as waking hours are upon me. Regardless, the block is conducted by a pain management doctor, and I'm hoping to see about getting it this week. It's supposed to be similar to epidurals doctors provide pregnant women to alleviate the pain of childbirth.

Alright. The pain's worse now. I'll see if I can punch it out. I'll let you know how it goes.

1 comment:

  1. It's so close to April. Why can't they just speed up the review for surgery? I am angry with you my friend. Fucking shitty, shitty, shitty. Apologies for the profanity. Feel free to keep it unposted.

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