Sometimes if my back/hip are really sore, a night of deep (a.k.a. drug-assisted) sleep really helps. Of course, that means sometimes it doesn't work at all, and last night was one of those nights. When I woke up this morning, my hip had turned quite a bit, and now that I have more muscles trying to STOP it from turning, that really, really, REALLY hurts. I hate mornings like this. I did the exercises to move it back in place that I could stand, and am now waiting for the pain pills and muscle relaxers to kick in so I can do the rest.
Interestingly, last year when this all started, the physical therapist's office had me take regular surveys on level of pain and level of depression, which I thought was odd at first but understood later. I did get very, very depressed at times. This year they didn't ask at all, and strangely, I've probably handled it better this time around. Maybe it's because I now am more realistic about how slow progress is really going to be, or maybe--because of my father, several friends, and several relatives--I have a whole new appreciation of what a bad medical problem really is. I still hate days like today--especially if the 1/4 of a Valium pill doesn't work and I have to take a full half a pill, which makes me dizzy and spacey all day--but they're down to once a week now. I've learned to take any progress I can get.................
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