2023 Life Logs, Day 271: Dealing with Realities
Date: Wednesday, September 27, 2023
Weather: Mostly Sunny, Warmer; High 64, Low 52 degrees F
Location: At Home on Lakeview Avenue, Falmouth, MA

Last week when I called my back pain management doctor, I was told the first appointment was November 6. I took it but asked to be put on the cancellation list. I got a call yesterday saying there was an appointment this morning, so I took it. But after meeting with the doctor, the reality is that the steroid injections don’t really help and that means I either take medication to keep the pain in control in the hope that things get better, or I have surgery. But today the doctor encouraged me to continue taking the medication that I started taking over the weekend and get my primary care to prescribe more. In desperation, I started taking a medication that my orthopedic doctor prescribed for knee pain after my knee replacement in 2019. I remembered that I still had a few pills and since taking this medication on Saturday, the pain has become totally manageable. It is not a forever solution, but the doctor today said that it buys some time to let the herniated disks heal. And sitting around because of severe pain is not going to help. I need to be active, out walking, and the arthritis medication I have allows that to happen. But back to the reality thing, the herniated disks might heal, but not the arthritis and other issues. At some point, I might have to have surgery, but I am not there yet.

The other reality that hit me hard today is that we all have to sit by helplessly while Ollie struggles with Covid. He is isolated in one part of the house and Heather said it is killing her to not be able to snuggle with him. I tried to think of a way to help and remembered that I had a Lego set Ollie and I had bought for a rainy summer day, but never used it. I took it over, left it on the porch, and then I went to Walmart to see if they had other sets that he might be able to build once he is feeling better. I sent a text to Heather asking her to share the text with Ollie to get his input on which sets he might be interested in. He called me earlier today to thank me for the first set and I could tell by talking to him just how bad he felt. He called again tonight to tell me which additional set he would like, and he said he felt a little better. I am hoping things turn around for him tomorrow, but he really felt so bad today he couldn’t even build with Legos. The worst thing about Covid is the isolation. It is bad enough for adults, but for an eleven-year-old, it seems almost cruel. But that is the reality of Covid.