I can't begin to tell you how difficult the last 10 days has been. I'm no stranger to chronic pain, but the pain I was having was particularly cruel in that I could not sit or lay down without sharp pain. That meant I could not sleep properly - which meant Doug couldn't, either - nor could I do anything that required sitting - like tackle the hemming pile.
I had the last statin tablet on Monday night and it has taken until today before I could sit with a modicum of comfort - and I use the term loosely. I still have inflammation in my right leg which makes walking difficult. I've been able to weave, partly because sitting perched on my tall stool, sitting high on the sitz bones, was relatively pain free. And because I have air assist on the treadle.
The bad news is that the new pills my GP prescribed also have 'muscle pain' as an adverse effect. So does the alternate drug I had been considering taking. With so much inflammation in my leg tonight, I did not take the first dose of the new drug - rather I'm going to wait a couple more days.
The beginning of improvement gives me hope this will all settle down now.
By improvement, I mean I can actually sit without too much discomfort. I could eat my dinner. I could take a cup of tea. I could even tackle the hemming pile, although Doug brought the blue towels home today after pressing them, so the hemming mountain just grew another range!
I have been managing to weave every day and today passed the half way mark on this warp - I think. I have sort of lost track. But ultimately it doesn't matter how much is done, how much is left to do. The cloth is looking good, the loom is currently behaving. I can still weave.
It has taken me a few days to begin to enjoy some simple pleasures again. I just hope we can sort out the drugs to control my cholesterol without making the rest of my life...uncomfortable...
Reading - just finished A View from a Broad by Bette Midler and started Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett