Down And Out
I'm trying to think up a catchy title for this post but haven't come up with one yet. I was thinking of "I'm Taking To My Bed" but thought that might attract the kind of traffic I really don't want. But yes, I really am taking to my bed...I awoke this morning unable to stand up on my own two feet. That hasn't happened for about a year so I'd forgotten how really painful that can be.
I suffer from degenerative disc disease among a few other little problems and I suppose that the long plane trip, unpacking four large suitcases, and doing tons of laundry are the contributing factors to this current crisis. And I do mean crisis. Before he left for work this morning my husband brought me the laptop to bed and a large cup of coffee. I'm not sure the coffee was a good idea though, sooner or later I have to make my way to the washroom and I don't relish doing that on hands and knees. Yes, it really is that bad. I've already called my Rheumatologist for needles, but she's not available today, she's out of town but I do have a bunch of Robaxacet pills which may or may not work. Stay tuned.
Now as to my doctor, well she's not on vacation or anything good like that. Because of the huge doctor shortage in this province, especially specialists, she has two offices over 1000 km apart. She spends one week a month at the out of town office and this happens to be the week that she's gone. I admire her dedication to her patients as this is a pretty gruelling schedule. This woman is not only a Rheumatologist, she's also a wife and mother of three. I asked her once why she does this and she told me that without her, her patients would have to do the traveling. There isn't another Rhumatologist for miles. Even though I admire her, I wish she was here to help me today.
That's the sad state of our health care system...meanwhile, I'm confined to bed for a couple of days.