I am such a miserable old cow when I'm in pain. I sent myself off to the Doctor's today, which in itself is VERY RARE. I can't stand the places, have had some really negative experiences the last few years, so I prefer to live in denial. Usually.
Sometimes I think it's fear that makes you feel pain more. I went undiagnosed for eighteen months before I was referred for surgery, and I've had over a year of very gradual recovery. So, I've got to say I'm not delighted that I'm feeling pain again. Pain that's got me off sick today, which is unheard of.
I trudged into that surgery, proud of myself for going sooner rather than later, and was informed that it's too early to tell if it's anything serious and to go back in four weeks if I'm still in pain, at which time I'll be referred for an MRI scan. And there I was all proud of myself for going early!
He's pretty sure it's not a recurral of my disc problem, he just thinks I've done something daft like lift something too heavy or let the dog pull me, so I'm feeling more reassured, but my goodness I wish I wasn't back to having nerve pain that just reminds me of what I went through for two years. MISERABLE!!!
It's just as well that I appreciate things and don't take my life or health for granted. Chronic pain is the biggest happiness sucker there is isn't it?
So now I'm going to stop typing (cos it hurts...!) And hopefully my happy mojo will be back in a few days and I'll post something a little bit more cheerful!
Be back soon!