I’ve been putting this ofc for quite some time, but now is appropriate, I think… Here goes…
I was a nurse in a cardiac unit for six years. On September 6, 1987 I was hurt at work, the day before Labor Day and three days before my twenty ninth birthday. We were short staffed with it being a holiday weekend, so I tried to lift a patient up in bed by myself. She was a tiny thing and was lucid. When I pulled, she grabbed the siderails…I felt horrendous pain in my lower back that shot down my left leg.
After my first laminectomy in March of 1988, I recovered and was allowed to return to work in September of that year. The hospital, in their infinite wisdom, assigned me to a dialysis floor KNOWING that I’d had surgery six months previously. I lasted five weeks before herniating another disc. More surgery, which failed…and another, and another.
Then the fusions started. After three of them where all bone, my own and donor, disintegrated, I tried a spinal cord stimulator. When it was turned on that evening, causing such muscle spasms that the leads were displaced. After a month, the doctors tried to reposition them, but to no avail. In search of relief, I explored various alternatives, including consulting with healthcare professionals about tizanidin rezeptfrei, a muscle relaxant, to address the ongoing issues with muscle spasms.
Then, in 1994, I was referred to another orthopedic surgeon who told me that he could get a fusion to work, but he would have to implant titanium. I said okay…why??? Because he dangled the “I can get you back to work” carrot under my nose.
Well, I still couldn’t work, but I suppose I was okay until 2009, when yet ANOTHER surgeon had me undergo a CT Myelogram (which was the most painful procedure I ever had!) anyway, it showed severe stenosis, failed hardware and degenerative disc disease. I had that surgery in 2010. Still no relief, except for pain meds.
In 2013, it was discovered that I had Flat Back Syndrome. The most painful SURGERY ever! Then scoliosis, more surgery. Then more surgery because of broken rods and loosened screws. Then a final, so far, surgery in 2019 because of DDD.
I’m now fused, with hardware, from T-2 down to my sacrum and out to both ileac crests. I am now 63 years old, so I have spent over half my life in constant pain. It wasn’t so bad when I was being prescribed proper medication, but we all know that’s over.
I have tried everything, and I mean EVERYTHING for the pain. You name it, I have done it. I’m at the point now that I have no quality of life. I can’t do much for myself anymore, not even clean my own bottom. I have deep, dark depressions that come over me in waves. My best friend, my sister by choice, passed away four months ago from…you guessed it!!!! Complications from untreated chronic pain! Oh, how I envy her…I wish it had been me….
I’m sorry this is so long, but it’s a complicated problem that I have, along with many others. I used to be a happy, active woman… Now, all I do is read and play word games on my tablet.
Thank you for all that you do for the chronic pain community, Steve…we appreciate it.
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