Recovering

by Nick  

I'm going to post three separate entries tonight. Three different topics, which I figure deserve their own separate space.

Firstly, my back is on the mend. The valium kicked in on Monday night. After going to sleep at 10.30pm, I stirred several times in the night. Each time, the same sensation of literally being drugged: it felt like I was wearing a suit of armour - a powerful combination of lethargy, feeling tied-down and dispossessed. I thought about trying to roll over, but it didn't feel worth trying, and it didn't feel like it was my body anyway. Very strange.

I woke up around 7ish, whilst Ros was getting Jess breakfasted, and came downstairs. I managed some muesli, and went back to bed. I woke up again at 11, and threw up. Then back to sleep, only waking for a few minutes more praying to the porcelain god at 1pm and 3.30pm. Finally I got up at 4.30pm, after a total of 18 hours asleep. Rather like the mother of all hangovers, all told. I conclude that diazepam and I don't make good bedfellows.

Did it fix my back? Yes and no. Again, the muscle spasm was gone, but I was left with a constant pain all down my left leg. The physio says that this is my sciatic nerve responding differently as it recovers. Whatever - I've had the pain there constantly since then, although mercifully with a trend of decreasing intensity (dinner-time today excepted). I suppose different is good...

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