The Broken Soldier

I had the neuromodulator implant revision last Wednesday. Seems to have gone well. I’m not taking pain meds. I figured that decision would mean a lot of pain, little sleep, and a house full of top of the lungs billingsgate.

To my surprise I’m in very little pain. My sleep is unaffected. My cursing is pretty much the usual fare. Fuck! Cock! Whore! See?

Of course my only issue is with the Army. I’m so surprised I’m molting. The doctor performing the surgery said 6-8 weeks of VERY LIMITED activity - meaning eating and going to the bathroom. I’ve been given 2 weeks of convalescent leave. Makes sense.

But I’m grateful. With any luck this fucking thing will work this time.

Word and Woot! And Wooortd!

I’m pushing myself very hard. Three days a week weight-lifting. I go hard. It’s nice to see gains. My condition isn’t improving, but my conditioning is. I’m walking a razor-thin line between causing flare-ups and worsening my injuries/syndromes.

Yesterday was a good pain group. I learned of a new drug that sounds promising for those of us with seeming intractable pain: Embeda. Have a look. With any luck, you may find some relief.