It turns out, what I thought was the easiest BMB ever, has been anything but. I don't know what the doctor did, but these last few days have been down right miserable. At least there is no swelling in the area of the procedure, nor is there any pain to the touch, or even evidence of infection, but that doesn't change the fact something isn't right.
It's been 3 full days since my BMB, and it's only now that I'm [barely] able to walk, without the aid of drugs. It's not been my policy to take drugs, but on Thursday morning around 1 AM, the pain was so unbearable, I relented, and took a Vicodin.
Relief was almost instant, enabling me to get 3 hours of sleep, and even make it to work that morning. I probably shouldn't have gone to work, as I was still hurting a little, but the pain was tolerable, and there was some paper work I needed to finish. Plus it was pay day, so I decided to make the drive.
I made it through the entire the day and evening (on that one Vicodin), even managing a few good hours of sleep that night, but at 4 AM Friday morning (27 hours after my first Vicodin), the pain was too much to bare again, and I was forced to take another Vicodin.
It's now Saturday morning, just over 27 hours since I took my last Vicodin, and while the pain is no where near what it has been, I am still contemplating whether I should take another Vicodin. I'd love to go for a bike ride this morning, but I know the only way I would be able to do that is to take another Vicodin, which I would prefer not to do. I also know that might not be such a good idea, as it could exacerbate the problem, and I wouldn't know it until the Vicodin wore off, and I'd end up spending additional time off the bike.
I know no one ever said life was fair, and it is always throwing curve balls at you. It just seems lately, I've been thrown a few more than my share, and to come at a time when I've been riding so good is just all the more disheartening.
It's been 3 full days since my BMB, and it's only now that I'm [barely] able to walk, without the aid of drugs. It's not been my policy to take drugs, but on Thursday morning around 1 AM, the pain was so unbearable, I relented, and took a Vicodin.
Relief was almost instant, enabling me to get 3 hours of sleep, and even make it to work that morning. I probably shouldn't have gone to work, as I was still hurting a little, but the pain was tolerable, and there was some paper work I needed to finish. Plus it was pay day, so I decided to make the drive.
I made it through the entire the day and evening (on that one Vicodin), even managing a few good hours of sleep that night, but at 4 AM Friday morning (27 hours after my first Vicodin), the pain was too much to bare again, and I was forced to take another Vicodin.
It's now Saturday morning, just over 27 hours since I took my last Vicodin, and while the pain is no where near what it has been, I am still contemplating whether I should take another Vicodin. I'd love to go for a bike ride this morning, but I know the only way I would be able to do that is to take another Vicodin, which I would prefer not to do. I also know that might not be such a good idea, as it could exacerbate the problem, and I wouldn't know it until the Vicodin wore off, and I'd end up spending additional time off the bike.
I know no one ever said life was fair, and it is always throwing curve balls at you. It just seems lately, I've been thrown a few more than my share, and to come at a time when I've been riding so good is just all the more disheartening.
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