Many things are going haywire at the moment, and I feel like I have no control over any of them. Hurricane Harvey is at the top of the list, sort of, combined with the death of my last remaining grandmother. Yes, my paternal grandmother died suddenly shortly before Harvey hit. She had been living in a nursing home in Houston, where my father and stepmother could keep watch over her. The idea was to transport her to Austin so she could be buried next to her husband, who had died back in 2002. They didn’t transfer her before Harvey hit, and now it’s impossible to get anything other than a mosquito out of Houston.
This storm has no mercy for the living, the dead, or the grieving. It is a cruel force of nature.
Elsewhere, I have to call my pain management doctor tomorrow and give him some bad news—the injection did not do much good. My stone bruise pain is still present in my left foot. I’d say I got no relief from the shot. My lower left back still hurts when I exercise it, with only about a 10% pain reduction. Same goes for the pain along my right back/hip/leg/foot line. I don’t know what this means for me: another epidural shot? Back surgery? Foot surgery? I guess I’ll find out no later than my next appointment on September 6th.
All of this has combined to create massive depression. I take medicine for it, but it’s not working. Yet another phone call Monday.
Finally, some of my throat symptoms from earlier this year are back (the ones that required the “magic mouthwash”). I called in a refill on Friday, but haven’t heard back from the pharmacy. One last phone call for my Monday.
If you’ve got relatives in the Houston area, please tell them to stay safe. Thank you for reading!