Good days...and bad

There are good days and bad in my recovery. After Sunday I felt pretty good and pushed myself a bit hard on Monday. We did some farm stuff in the morning trying to help the mother sheep in distress, then went on a breakfast date with my wife. Had a lunch meeting in the afternoon and I was beat come evening. Tuesday came and I was hurting bad. That scared me. It scared me a lot. When you are in constant pain, you meet with the pain doctor every two to four weeks to assess how the pain management is doing. This is done to make changes to the medicine and try to get people functional again. The pain doctor uses a pain scale from one to ten. One being standard scrape and a ten being the worst pain imaginable. The goal of pain management is to get a person to around a four or five so they can function. I have lived the last six months around a six or seven on the scale. At that level, it is very hard to think through the pain. I struggle to concentrate on anything other than hurting. On Tuesday, I was there again. After leaving the hospital, I was around a four or five, but Tuesday was bad around a six or a seven and that scared me. I was so afraid of causing a problem that I spent the day on Tuesday in bed. I was not even able to attend my Connection Group but I did recover nicely and I'm feeling a lot better today. Whew!