Bad karma

[veronica_rich]

One of my wiser friends told me I was blowing all the good karma I've built up by doing a rare bitching last night about fandom (and yes - look back, it is relatively uncommon these days), and I'm thinking she must be right. I have just a *smidge* of a little extra money I came into, and instead of being able to go down to the Mexican restaurant for some chips and salsa, I have to eat my damn soup and my damn applesauce and my damn yogurt thanks to the loss of my damn wisdom teeth.

*kicks rock*

And my jaw hurts.

*kicks rock*

Ah well, maybe I can entertain somebody with my misery, at least. LOL.

Please, tell me about your worse health problems and make me feel lucky? I well know from the days of a 16.6 TSH how feeling like lower than bedrock demands the occasional rant somewhere not sullying your own space. Have at!

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[kahva.livejournal.com]

Okay, you asked for it! ;)

Let's see... Born with spina bifida, so I've got a spinal curvature, one leg about a half inch shorter than the other, and - depending on how the shoe's made - a 1 1/2 to 2 size difference in shoes, Of course the small foot is on the long leg. So, this all adds up to me being naturally clumsy, prone to backaches, my knees and legs screaming at me if I'm standing/walking for too long and/or having to take a lot of stairs - bonus pain if it's on hard concrete floors with little or no carpeting! As of this year I also officially have early, very mild osteoarthritis (knees) that I've been in physical therapy for, and am now three weeks (as of tomorrow) into my hypothyriodism diagnosis. Was sick the last two weekends, am almost through this weekend without being sick, so hopefully that streak is over with. Almost nine years ago I was diagnosed with PCOS, and with insulin resistance at about the same time. So at the least, tired and achy is a normal way of life for me.

I've had back pain bad enough that I could barely dress myself to go to the doctor to get meds for it, my Dad actually had to put my shoes on for me the last time it happened. I can't take morphine or codeine or anything with a codeine base, so when my pain gets that bad, I have to get loaded up on a muscle relaxant and painkiller combo. I swear, one of my muscle relaxants had a name that sounded like a planet in the Star Wars universe. In junior high when I was trying out for the girl's basketball team, I got back pain so bad running laps and suicides that it traveled into my ribs and it hurt to breathe. Ended up being manager for the team.

In Little League girl's softball, I was playing third base and the other team's - heck the whole local league's - best hitter came up to bat. She had the unnerving habit of if she stared at a certain section of the field? 80% of the time, that's exactly where the ball would be hit. She stared at third and shortstop. I got a line drive straight into my ribs. How I managed not to have a broken or cracked rib, I have no clue.

Back at my old TV job, years before my PCOS diagnosis, I would get REALLY bad pain sometimes during my periods. One morning in the middle of the morning show, it felt like somebody was trying to drive a jagged, rusty, over-sized spear through my left hip, they had gotten it stuck in the bone, and were twisting it slowly to see just how much more pain they could cause before attempting to yank it out of the bone. I'm told I went completely white. I know I took at least six Advil in a three hour period, took a couple of Extra Strength Tylenols in there by the time it was a four hour period. Somehow, I managed to get through running the tapes through the morning show and the news cut-ins without killing anyone or passing out. Or ripping my left hip out of my body and banging it against the nearest cinder block wall to make it feel better. And yes, that was after the painkillers. So even when I have headaches where it feels like somebody's got a jackhammer dancing the lamabada and "Lord of the Dance" at the same time on the inside of my skull, I do know that personally, I've had worse pain than that, so that's how I end up rating my personal pain. Is it better or worse than having your hip drilled with a rusty, over-sized, jagged spear and a good amount of your muscles and perhaps your ovary being ripped apart? With bonus heavy period and having to do your job properly so that Eastern NC doesn't realize that the tape operator wants to rip out her own body parts and bash them with steel and concrete to feel better?

This is where I remind you that you did ask for worst pain. :)

I'll hit 41 this Wednesday, so I seriously doubt I'll find ever find out at this stage if childbirth hurts more, and after what yoiebear's been going through, I really don't want to know if a kidney stone would be worse.

Feel better? ;)

[veronica-rich.livejournal.com]

*waves little white flag* We all surrender. You win!

[kahva.livejournal.com]

I do remind you again, you did ask for the worst pain, and so far, that morning in WNCT-TV9 is it. Had to drive 30 miles to get home after that too, which was such fun. Really. Loved it. Loved my bed and more painkillers MUCH more, however.

I've got a few more if you ever need them, but not as painful as The Day I Wanted To Use My Left Hip To Do Some Demolition To Commercial Building. Although having a cyst cut off of the end of my tailbone (three different times), and the sciatic nerve incident of last year do come close. Don't remember too much about the pain when I tried to take out the cinder block wall of my brother's dorm with my forehead. I was four, I was more upset about watching blood drip to the floor. The cyst on my left wrist was painful, but watching my hand flop around and not feeling a thing when I woke up from the whatever they gave me was oddly fascinating. Move arm, watch wrist flop, somehow manage not to giggle with drugged glee. Then there was the time when I fell into the alleyway between my Dad's service station and the City Hall and was bent backwards, or when I went headfirst off my bike in front of the old Volunteer Fire Department building in Bear Grass. So yeah, anytime you need, I've got a few more. ;)

And people wonder why I hate needles and hospitals so much...