Once, when I was in my early teens, I was using a wood burner. It slipped and entered my thumb at the upper knuckle. It instantly cauterized the wound and the pain was unbearable. It went all the way to the bone. My father, in an attempt to be funny, offered to break my foot with a sledgehammer so my thumb wouldn’t hurt as bad. Tonight, I’m considering calling him to see if he still has the sledgehammer.
We might have to rethink this physical therapy. Today, I was evaluated and had my first session. I left with my right leg feeling weak, but I seem to have a nerve problem, so I’m not entirely surprised by that. And neither was the therapist when I told her.
Fast forward to evening. I had done the exercises once and the walking three times as recommended. Wednesday night is dart night and I knew with the way my leg was feeling, I was not going to be able to play. I should have stayed home, but I didn’t realize sitting in a chair was going to be my undoing.
I lasted an hour and a half with zero play. For the first time ever, my entire right leg felt like it was being crushed and the front and back are tingly. For over a year, this crushing pain has been contained to my lower legs and the injections in the SI joints and nerves helped considerably. It would make me cry when it happened because it hurt so bad…
Tonight though is a totally different experience. My left leg feels fine. My right leg from hip to toes (first time in my foot too) feels like it is being crushed. I’ve been several hours and I am still occasionally just bursting into tears and it doesn’t require movement. The crushing pain that I have been experiencing in my lower leg is far worse when it’s in my thigh. On top of the pain, my right leg feels as though it is being electrified and replaced by shitty, not quite set-up Jell-O.
I get not giving a patient pain meds when they are in physical therapy. It’s easier for them to overdo it. I know because I was a very clumsy child and being an teen or adult didn’t really change that. This is definitely not my first time going to physical therapy. It’s not even my tenth time. I’ve been there a lot.
But this is… I don’t even know how to describe it. I was convinced three hours ago that I should be at the ER. I didn’t go because I figured they’d just send me home because I’m seeing a specialist and getting physical therapy. Now I’m rethinking that decision. Heat didn’t help. Aspercreme with lidocaine didn’t help. Tylenol didn’t help. Massaging it didn’t help. I’m not even sure I care how much my back is bothering me at this point.
It’s midnight. I have officially been in this pain for three and a half hours. I have no idea what to do at this point.