Steroids are used to strengthen and to suppress...they are to be an aid in certain afflictions and "vanity" cases. (men/women shooting up to be schtrong like Arnold!) In my case, I used to get between 20-40 localized, deep muscles injections every 3-4 months to help me with muscle and tendon stress/overuse/pain. I found that after a few years of continuous use of the steroids that it no longer offered me help...it alleviated nothing. In fact...all it ended up doing those last few times I allowed my Dr. to torture me by needle was give me severe muscle ache. With each deep injection, the muscle is being pierced and injured. The tendons in my shoulder sockets are being poked through them to get into the ball joint...I can honestly say I don't like that kind of pain. I have prided myself in being a toughie...I could take on ANYTHING. I like the buzzing, poking feeling of getting a tattoo done. I don't mind getting needles that take blood or give me medicine. It's these damn deep muscle invasions that just put me over the edge. I have often just called him a sadistic needle torture man, while he is poking me. He just laughs...as if I am joking!! ;o)
I have not let him pierce my tender flesh in over two years. Not only could I not stand the poking, they didn't work...why go through the hassle for no reward in the end and having hopes of freedom, agility and just some pain free days, shattered to bits and pieces. Yesterday, I was in Vancouver to see my Specialist. He convinced me to allow the sharp pokes...he would go easy on me...promises. Granted...I only got about 15 shots. I am still so hurty. It sucks. But...I must keep on my project. I've already missed posting 3 days. No fear...I still did it...I took the pics. I am good that way.
A wee bit of Vancouver and home sweet home the last few days...
12:12 Monday March 5
I NEEDED to get my visit on with some friends on Monday. I was on the 7:45 am from Gabriola to get to Vancouver so I could make my visits happen. Babies were involved!! At 12:12, I was at Syx and Taryn's. Taryn had gone upstairs to the neighbours for a bit to make pre-school arrangements. I saw on the clock...12:12. "Time for my 12:12 photo!" Sweet little Armenie...so nice to finally meet you and know your beautiful face! (a few hours later I was with my good friend Megan and her 6 week old Jack...Oh babies...you break my heart!) ;o)
12:12 Tuesday March 6
My face says it all. Moments after I left the torture chamber of poking devices...well one device. Small little hypodermic sharpie that seemingly tears through all layers of flesh and muscle to dispense a liquid that may or may not give me relief. Argh!
12:12 Wednesday March 7
Maggie sure was happy to have me home. She was my shadow all day today. (besides when she took off from me and Lynn during a cliff side exploration. Maggie got stuck in some fallen branches...felt embarrassed and ran off. Coming home with her tail between her legs 35 minutes later. She's so cute!) ;op Oh how I love her.
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