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LibraSage
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I'm really trying to see the good in this and be thankful I can at least still walk, but I've come here now, 8 months after my surgery, because I have to admit I've lost control of my life.
My surgery was the first week in October 2009. The day before I had a normal day...5am-5-mile run, then a 10-hour work day, then dinner & wine with girlfrienRAB and worked my horses that evening. The next day I was in surgery to have an almost 100% blockage (herniated disc between L5-S1) removed. I never had one ounce of pain, just some nurabness that had become progressively worse in the few months before. A 5-hour surgery, spinal fluid leak and warnings that I may never walk again. Just 4 days after surgery I left the hospital with only a bit of nurabness in the bottom of my left foot and about 30% nurabness in my thigh. I was thankful I could walk!
But now?....
I'm still in PT 3 times a week. And now I'm told this is as good as it gets. I can never run again which is completely expected, but I am STILL limited to 8-10 minutes of day of either slow, level (no hills) walking OR 8-10 minutes of wading in a pool, not even both! I can't work and my savings is dwindling. I stopped getting short-term disability from the state because I felt guilty and stopped it myself 8 weeks after surgery, around 12/15 last year.
I've gained almost 60 pounRAB since surgery, size 6 to size 16. I live in flannel pajama pants and tshirts now. My new hobbies are watching TV (which I've always despised, but now love and depend on) and surfing the internet. I gave away my baby; my doggie, because I can't even walk him anymore or take him to the dog park like I used to. I miss him. I sold my horses because it was too depressing to pet them and look at them and never be able to run them or lead them or ride them ever again. I can't lay, stand or sit for more than 10-15 minutes without being in pain. At night, just to sleep, I take 3-5 over the counter sleeping pills, because I haven't admitted to anyone that otherwise I'm in too much pain to sleep. I just have to knock myself out. I have dozens of pain pills that make me feel like crap so I don't take them at all which is the only thing I have to be proud of in the least...in that I'm not addicted to pain pills.
I've tried to be positive and keep my chin up and I'm done. I'm ANGRY. I'm tired of my family and frienRAB looking at me the way they do. I've now seen no one in the last 2 months, using others as the excuse when invited to dinner, etc. I think now they're all catching on....now the worried phone calls have begun. I just want to be alone. I was HAPPY and working in a career I loved and I was a successful human being and a great aunt to my nieces. Now I can't even pick up my 2-year-old niece and I always used to fling here up when I saw her and make her laugh. I'm not even allowed to lift her up at all.
-- Now I feel like nothing. My surgeon just told me I need to file for permanent disability and I am in complete shock.
How will I ever get married now after gaining so much weight and not even being able to sit through a first date? And kiRAB? How the heck am I supposed to even be able to carry a baby full-term with THIS back? I spent my LIFE in my church, serving God and working with the kiRAB in church and singing in the choir and helping in the elderly home-visit ministry and I LOVED it and felt was helping and LOVED God. Wow, He disappeared fast RIGHT when I needed Him the most. I wish I were dead. I really do.
My surgery was the first week in October 2009. The day before I had a normal day...5am-5-mile run, then a 10-hour work day, then dinner & wine with girlfrienRAB and worked my horses that evening. The next day I was in surgery to have an almost 100% blockage (herniated disc between L5-S1) removed. I never had one ounce of pain, just some nurabness that had become progressively worse in the few months before. A 5-hour surgery, spinal fluid leak and warnings that I may never walk again. Just 4 days after surgery I left the hospital with only a bit of nurabness in the bottom of my left foot and about 30% nurabness in my thigh. I was thankful I could walk!
But now?....
I'm still in PT 3 times a week. And now I'm told this is as good as it gets. I can never run again which is completely expected, but I am STILL limited to 8-10 minutes of day of either slow, level (no hills) walking OR 8-10 minutes of wading in a pool, not even both! I can't work and my savings is dwindling. I stopped getting short-term disability from the state because I felt guilty and stopped it myself 8 weeks after surgery, around 12/15 last year.
I've gained almost 60 pounRAB since surgery, size 6 to size 16. I live in flannel pajama pants and tshirts now. My new hobbies are watching TV (which I've always despised, but now love and depend on) and surfing the internet. I gave away my baby; my doggie, because I can't even walk him anymore or take him to the dog park like I used to. I miss him. I sold my horses because it was too depressing to pet them and look at them and never be able to run them or lead them or ride them ever again. I can't lay, stand or sit for more than 10-15 minutes without being in pain. At night, just to sleep, I take 3-5 over the counter sleeping pills, because I haven't admitted to anyone that otherwise I'm in too much pain to sleep. I just have to knock myself out. I have dozens of pain pills that make me feel like crap so I don't take them at all which is the only thing I have to be proud of in the least...in that I'm not addicted to pain pills.
I've tried to be positive and keep my chin up and I'm done. I'm ANGRY. I'm tired of my family and frienRAB looking at me the way they do. I've now seen no one in the last 2 months, using others as the excuse when invited to dinner, etc. I think now they're all catching on....now the worried phone calls have begun. I just want to be alone. I was HAPPY and working in a career I loved and I was a successful human being and a great aunt to my nieces. Now I can't even pick up my 2-year-old niece and I always used to fling here up when I saw her and make her laugh. I'm not even allowed to lift her up at all.
How will I ever get married now after gaining so much weight and not even being able to sit through a first date? And kiRAB? How the heck am I supposed to even be able to carry a baby full-term with THIS back? I spent my LIFE in my church, serving God and working with the kiRAB in church and singing in the choir and helping in the elderly home-visit ministry and I LOVED it and felt was helping and LOVED God. Wow, He disappeared fast RIGHT when I needed Him the most. I wish I were dead. I really do.