New blogs have been minimal for our lives have remarkably
remained pretty stable. I’m so grateful that I no longer am in the classroom
for my bones would probably take the stage on most days.
People have asked about my new neurostimulator, probably
questioning if I now meet the standards of Wonder Woman. I need to name the
durn thing because typing out neurostimulator is way too tough. The surgeon
says all looks good. I plan on going to my pain doctor Friday, where my stim
assistant will somehow adjust this new device so the electrical current remains
stable. That will be fantastic. My body is still trying to figure out this
small gadget, so a month was required in order for the nerves and spinal cord
to settle down. If I stand up now, I get a jolt and then the force suddenly seems
much lower. If I cough or sneeze, oh my togolly that hurts. So the lesson is not
to cough or sneeze. Twisting is a no-no. If you see me I have these little
jolts of electricity that let me know people are trying their best to help
relieve me of pain.
The stim feels like a tens unit. Many of you have had those
placed on your skin following an accident or procedure. If you haven’t needed
that, praise the lord and then imagine your entire leg is sleeping. You know
those little pins and needles. Well I give myself pins and needles to help
alleviate the pain. My body gets distracted and my brain, yes I have one,
doesn’t notice the pain.
I’m getting better on adjusting the unit. I’m able to turn
it on and off, and change both how strong the current is as well as the
frequency, whether the beats are slow or fast. I’m trying to figure out which
is best for me during different experiences. I’ve got the sitting down pretty
well but must figure out what to do when I then stand up. Forget about the
walking part. I’ll just have a continual “fro” if you see me coming. The whole
process is causing a few more gray hairs. If you liked those old cartoons where
the cartoon character gets jolts and the hair stands on end, that’s kind of
me. I guess I get an excuse for a
bad hair day. (I need it!)
God Uses Chronic Pain to Prove that Life is Good:
- Lots of people are working for and with me to have a stim
(or your can insert spinal neurostimulator) so that my life is good.
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