Pitfall Isn't Just for the Atari 2600! in General Mental Anesthesia

  • Jan. 17, 2019, 5:53 a.m.
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Remember that game? It was hard, very difficult. A metaphor for life, no?

By definition: Pitfall is a hidden or unsuspected danger or difficulty.

Now… I’ve had a number of these in relation to my health over the past few years. This week is no exception.

I just met with my radiologist who is the one who sent me to get my back brace as well as to pain management.

Now, I’ve walked with a bit of a limp for many years, but for the most part it was indiscernible. However, wearing the brace which prevents my body from torquing and moving laterally has caused some issues or more to the point, pointed out some issues. I have so many back injuries including several old fractures that I never knew about, that back when I lived in Florida, I just worked through. No insurance, living paycheck to paycheck; I could never afford to go see a Dr. when I was in pain. It just became a part of my life.

I recently began trying to go for walks around the neighborhood because I’m just so cooped up all the time and I need to exercise. But when I wear the brace I’ve noticed that my limp is much more pronounced. Regardless, wearing that, I went for a walk, a few actually. (which is not easy btw… with how active the ulcerative colitis is and all the additional pain and pressure the brace puts on my stomach / abdominal area). It just goes to show just how desperate I am to live a little instead of withering away everyday.

After a half mile, I started experiencing severe pain from my right buttock through my quad, inside part of my right knee (and that REALLY hurts!) to the shin, calf and foot. It feels like my right leg is inches longer than my left and that’s where I’m putting all my body weight. It’s common for people to have a millimeter or two difference in leg length, but this is much worse. At the office today, during a test; he could visibly see the difference in person… that was disconcerting. :/

Because the brace is keeping me straight, it’s not letting my brain compensate for all the damage I have back there as it has done for so many years which has also led to restless leg syndrome (or something similar) which I have been experiencing several days a week emanating from tightness in my back and a likely minuscus tear of the right knee; at least according to preliminary tests; a pain I’ve also had intermittently for maybe 15 years or so.

So, now I need to see my primary care Dr. to make appointments for an orthopedic surgeon as well as a hematologist for the blood clots in my lungs as I’m still having difficulty breathing and that, plus the Xarelto requires monitoring by a specialist.

You know what that means… more blood work! “Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!”

I also have my 2nd chemo treatment next week…

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Another thing that was just brought to my attention:

My mom is going to California for 3 weeks in February to help my sister with some things (her daughter). This of course causes problems for me. I can’t bend at all, I can’t lift anything (Dr’s orders) How do I feed Inspector Noodles; my near 16 year old pug? I can’t bend down to the floor to get his bowls, lift them up to wash them and fill them etc… I can’t even bend down to put his leash on. Medicaid doesn’t help with that sort of thing either and with no money, I can’t hire anyone to help out. I’m alone out here.

Playful puppy Inspector Noodles!

A young, healthy and happy pug!

An older, wiser introspective pug.

I can have home care help me personally with food and cleaning etc… but what do I do? Just let Noodles starve to death? Risk seriously re-injuring myself? If I get down to the floor, I may not be able to get back up, then I’ll have to call 911 and if I’m hospitalized, then what happens to Inspector Noodles? At his age, nearly blind and deaf, he wouldn’t survive in a kennel even if I could afford it, he needs special care and family! And even if I’m just in the hospital for a day, he’ll go to the bathroom in the house… how exactly am I supposed to clean up if that happens?

IN 2017

YESTERDAY (Nearly 16 years old)

Life with a badly broken back and all the other injuries is more than terribly painful, but extremely inconvenient.

This aside (trying to focus on the positive) All I can say is thank G-D I have Medicaid now so I can at least address most of these problems, the majority of which I have been dealing with for a decade or longer. I have the opportunity to get things fixed… an opportunity I never had before.

I’m truly thankful. I went 22 years without health insurance. 22 years of not seeing Dr’s when I needed to, that would have prevented things from compounding as much as they have. I know there are a whole lot of people currently in the situation I was in for more than 2 decades. Homelessness is on the rise again and as someone whose been homeless… My heart goes out to everyone in need.

You can’t work if you have debilitating illnesses & injuries and not everyone sucks on the government tit. All those years without insurance, working unknowingly with fractures in my spine, with herniated and bulging discs…

In retrospect, thinking of those old fractures… here are 2 times I believe I was working with a broken back.

While working at the Abyss Theatre (see other posts for more info) at one point I painted the entire theatre floor which was black (I also helped paint the walls and floor black initially, but I digress) to look like an old wooden plank floor. It took a few days and by the time I was finished, I had literally passed out on the floor from the pain. Actors found me semi-conscious by the time rehearsals began. I couldn’t get up and had to stay on the floor for another hour or so.

Here’s what one of the sets looked like when I was done ( I just did the floor)

Another time was when I was working on a horror film with my two friends and film business partners. Everyone was sore after a 22 hour day, what with camera work and putting up and taking down sets, lights, props etc… but for the first time EVER… during the set take down in the 22nd hour I actually had to say that I need to stop and sit because I could no longer stand; I just couldn’t continue working. I’ve never quit on anything ever and it was almost as painful to watch everyone else bust their ass after such a brutal day while I rested, but despite my high tolerance for pain, I was simply past my threshold. My back was killing me, my legs and feet in so much agony they could no longer support my weight. My entire body was shutting down.

As I was saying before I got sidetracked; my Intermittent battles with homelessness (4.5 years worth) dealing with ulcerative colitis etc… I never got a dime from our government, no disability, no food stamps, nothing (and I tried). I thought I was just in pain; throughout it all, I carried on. So I have no problem taking full advantage of Medicaid now, because damnit… I’ve suffered enough!!!


Last updated January 17, 2019


Marg January 17, 2019

You've suffered more than enough!
Could you possibly ask the home helps to feed Inspector Noodles when they come? Then get them to leave the bowls and food on an accessible table for you for later when you can put them up on your bed then he can jump up and eat there? Not ideal but might work on a temporary basis?

Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Marg ⋅ January 17, 2019

I can ask, but that's not what they get paid for, not their responsibility, so some might say yes, but most will say no.

Need too old to jump up on anything and I can't pick him up or put him back down. Besides, he's on a raw meat diet (it's how he's lived this long) so that would be unsanitary. Good suggestion though.

Marg Exhumed By Scrying Eyes ⋅ January 18, 2019

Hmm yes that wouldn’t work then. Is it your mum who feeds him just now? What about the neighbours? Have you got to know any since you moved there?

Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Marg ⋅ January 25, 2019

Just Tony who rents the other side of our duplex, but he's military, works odd hours, sometimes 24 hour shifts and we're not that close. There isn't anyone else. Mom solely takes care of him. I can't even get down to pet him. :(

Marg Exhumed By Scrying Eyes ⋅ January 25, 2019

It's a shame your mum didn't organise someone knowing you'd be stuck - she must have realised you wouldn't manage on your own? Or am I being unfair to her?

Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Marg ⋅ January 26, 2019

No money to do that. She only receives a social security check. stipend a month for retirement, it barely gets us by with rent, bills and food. She would if she could and believe me, she's stressed about it too.

Shattered January 17, 2019

Yea, you have indeed suffered more than enough. Hopefully now that you finally have Medicaid, you can find healing.

Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Shattered ⋅ January 25, 2019

You would think so.... :/

Leanne 🌈 January 22, 2019 (edited January 22, 2019)

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Dude I would so be there for ya to care for your pup. I have a ..... how do I describe it um to help me pick stuff up when I am flaring up. You can also use it to grab stuff like from kitchen cabinets. It has like a claw at the end freaking thing has a name lol ....I may just shoot a picture of it may anyways if his bowl is light you could use it to grab the bowl & feed him. Same with the water gggrrrrrr I truly wish we were closer to help ya out.

Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Leanne 🌈 ⋅ January 25, 2019

I appreciate that, he's a good boy.

I have one actually, but it's not long enough, I still have to bend to get anything on the floor. I couldn't lift his bowl with it even if it were, nor could I put it down, but I appreciate the advice.

Leanne 🌈 Exhumed By Scrying Eyes ⋅ January 25, 2019

How about a pulley system that thought just popped into my head.

Exhumed By Scrying Eyes Leanne 🌈 ⋅ January 26, 2019

I like it, but as this is a rental, doubt it would fly... and who would construct it?

Leanne 🌈 Exhumed By Scrying Eyes ⋅ January 26, 2019

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