Fic Update and Knee Update
Oct. 14th, 2009 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amberfocusI'm trying to write possessive Nine/Rose smut for the last chapter of Temptation, but I think the Vicodin is interfering. *sighs* They're getting shmoopy instead. Shmoopy and seriously...well, I'm not using this icon for nothing. Just...bad. Maybe I just need to turn on a dime and make it sweetly romantic, but not shmoopy. So I've tried working on other stuff to get me out of this haze. Been working a bit on Hunger Moon, been working a bit on A Sky Without Stars, been working a bit on a new one that seems to be skirting perilously close to OT3 (Nine, Rose, Jack) which I don't really even like most of the time, though there are a few authors I will read it from. Did a couple of paragraphs on You're What? Did a couple paragraphs on Of the Vortex Born. Worked a little on Chaste Moon, the sequel to Hunger Moon which isn't even done yet. Wrote three paragraphs on Brick Walls. *sighs* Gee, I'm beginning to see that my problem is I have no attention span on narcotics.
I went to the Doctor yesterday and I am going back tomorrow. He drained a bunch of fluid from the space beneath my knee and then shot it full of cortizone and did an ultrasonic treatment. I hate, hate, hate cortizone injections. I am not a fan of steroids to begin with but it was just hurting so much I gave in. He was hoping there would be some improvement but there really hasn't been. When I go in tomorrow, he said if it was still just as bad he would send me for an MRI. He was hoping it was just a bad sprain followed by extreme overuse causing a huge amount of swelling, but he was suspecting an ACL tear. That's a ligament in the knee joint. I hate this. It seriously is vicious pain. I thought it was bad when I hurt my hand and wrist so badly earlier this year, but I tell you, that has nothing on this. You don't have to walk on your hands and you can type with only one if you're motivated enough. You need your legs for everything. And it seems like the Vicodin doesn't even touch it. I seriously want morphine. I had it after my hysterectomy for a week and it was bliss. I could do with some serious absence of pain right now.
I don't like walking with a cane. It makes me feel old. I'm only 39. I want to go for walks with the kids and ride bikes while the weather is still marginally good and I can't. I feel helpless and useless. I have to cook meals at the stove sitting down in a chair. I can barely stand long enough to do the dishes (into the dishwasher). Rose has taken over the laundry completely. And Chris won't be back home for another 14 days. Okay, end whine.
I went to the Doctor yesterday and I am going back tomorrow. He drained a bunch of fluid from the space beneath my knee and then shot it full of cortizone and did an ultrasonic treatment. I hate, hate, hate cortizone injections. I am not a fan of steroids to begin with but it was just hurting so much I gave in. He was hoping there would be some improvement but there really hasn't been. When I go in tomorrow, he said if it was still just as bad he would send me for an MRI. He was hoping it was just a bad sprain followed by extreme overuse causing a huge amount of swelling, but he was suspecting an ACL tear. That's a ligament in the knee joint. I hate this. It seriously is vicious pain. I thought it was bad when I hurt my hand and wrist so badly earlier this year, but I tell you, that has nothing on this. You don't have to walk on your hands and you can type with only one if you're motivated enough. You need your legs for everything. And it seems like the Vicodin doesn't even touch it. I seriously want morphine. I had it after my hysterectomy for a week and it was bliss. I could do with some serious absence of pain right now.
I don't like walking with a cane. It makes me feel old. I'm only 39. I want to go for walks with the kids and ride bikes while the weather is still marginally good and I can't. I feel helpless and useless. I have to cook meals at the stove sitting down in a chair. I can barely stand long enough to do the dishes (into the dishwasher). Rose has taken over the laundry completely. And Chris won't be back home for another 14 days. Okay, end whine.
