Tuesday,
January 6, 2004
In further medical news. . .
Apart
from a killer headache and cramps the first day, Lyndon has tolerated the Valtrex
admirably, and only had to take one Vicodin ("They made me sign a book when
I picked it up at the pharmacy," he said in hushed tones) to help him sleep
Monday night. He's now feeling much better, and with any luck has headed the
flare off completely. And if he hasn't, well, we still have the Vicodin to help
him through with it.
It's good that he's feeling better, because now I'm having medical issues. How do I say this politely -- I seem to have a touch of tushie trouble related to an unexpected contribution to the land mass of Texas. A "touch," by the way, is equivalent to "I spent all of today on my stomach in bed because it was the ONLY position in which I didn't feel like I was passing the antichrist through my butt."
And yes, all the patent remedies have been purchased and applied, and none of them did a lick (ha ha) of good. It's somewhat improved today -- I now only feel like I have a third degree sunburn back there, instead of painfully convulsing muscles. Needless to say, I'm on a liquid diet for the next few days while this heals up (Ensure -- yum yum).
*sigh* I'm
getting old. Then again, who isn't?