A message to my husband just now, while he is at the gym:
Hey, for the foreseeable future, I need you to be home at night. Getting ready for bed just now was an utter disaster. My mom called at one point, and she wanted me to get you to take me to an urgent care or something because of how bad it all was. She helped me through it enough to function and get myself to bed, but it was terrible and she was really worried.
And I’m still very much not okay, but I’ve made it to the bed and am working on getting the heating pad on me to see if it can help.
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So, yeah. It seems like I have been having sciatic pain, and it has intensely increased this past week, upgrading from the occasional few hours of soreness and light sharp pains to intense, searing pains that paralyze me or drop me to the floor, screaming and crying. And no, I’m really not exaggerating. That’s how bad it has gotten. It took about 20 minutes of yelling and tears just to get on some short boots yesterday evening. I then had to yell and cry some more just to get them off. (I put on shoes that required no pushing from either leg/buttock instead and had only minor weeps doing that.) When I was getting ready for bed later, I was alone again, and things had progressed to full-on wails just in attempting to walk back and forth from the bathroom to the bed. It was horrible. A heating pad on my bum helped me fall asleep, but I maintained a dull pain the whole night and also got way too warm because of the heating pad’s being on me. Hopefully, we can have something similar tonight with the easing of the pains. Just have to roll off the bed enough to reach the heating pad first, which is why I haven’t yet gotten it onto me…
God, free me of this pain, please. Make me and the baby and my husband well and safe, please. Grant us ease from our fears by helping us to trust fully in you. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
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