the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
I can now download some of Bub’s larger games to the laptop, which makes me really happy! This means that he will have access to all of his games on the laptop and the desktop, so he can use either to play them (and should be at the same place in all of them since the majority of these games save on the cloud, which makes me even happier)! He’s been loving the fact that I’ve been putting more of his games on the laptop.
Since I was… bitten during the first bad meltdown Bub has had in more than two years, my doctor wanted to refer me to wound care to have them take a look at and manage it due to my history of immunosuppression and fluctuating blood sugar levels due to the medications that I’m on and have been on. This did not surprise me one bit. I’d like some of the bandages that they give me because those will stick to the bite wound and offer me some relief. And as stated in previous posts, I managed to sprain my ankle something fierce rolling on it after I got out of bed not even remotely fully awake from a nap — lesson learned, I suppose. I was prescribed some pain medication to make the bite wound hurt less and to make it possible for me to bear enough weight on my foot to ambulate around the house better than I had been (my goal). Goal achieved.
It doesn’t alter my mental status at all, though. Some people… have that happen when they take certain pain medication, and I am evidently not one of them. I’ve never been one of them. I’m still figuring out why that is.
I watched this movie when I was growing up, and I remember it. To me, it was as good as the Carrie movie that was out at the time (don’t we have a few more remakes of that now, though?). I felt for Rachel Lang.
The ankle that I have rolled is extremely likely to have been sprained. Badly.
Although the blood vessel that I… damaged, and severely, seems to be healing, it is doing so slowly, so I’ll be seeing my primary care physician later this week to be prescribed pain medication that I’ll need to continue to do the things that I need to do every day while it heals, and also to get referrals that another specialist of mine seemingly can’t “punch out” because my state’s insurance requires that the patient’s primary care physician be the one to request and write out all referrals. But I’m still “dragging” the injured foot behind me. Standing on it is hard. Walking on it is hard. Everything that has to do with it is hard and I would like the appropriate level of pain medication required for this to subsist until it heals, and then I can just get over it.
This is also affecting how I sit in chairs, couches, and the like, so it would have had to be looked at in a matter of days anyway. Everything hurts. Things that I did not know are capable of hurting… you know how I’m going to finish this sentence. And that’s more bothersome than anything else. As it is, NSAIDs provoke the asthma that I actually do have — the mild bronchial asthma — so I can’t rely on those for pain relief (and my pulmonary function tests prove that this is indeed the case). Oh, how I wish I could. How I wish I could…