say narrow-angled glaucoma 5x fast on pain meds

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my head is aching, laser like thunder striking inside my brain and down the right side of my face in a fast repetitive motion. don’t move, there, up, left, stay still. darts are being thrown directly into my eye by this rapid fire machine gun. a special hateful drop is given to me at the end for my shattered eye, throwing me, head first, down the crooked, chipped stairs straight to a migraine in progress.  doctor had to cut iris, no anasthesia and it was right near the nerves of my eye. lucky us fibromyalagia patients come prepared, had one old pain pill in my crusty, gray bag that has too many confusing pockets. the medicine did nothing. i have been suffering for too long,  in twenty years, my dr. boasts he has never had a patient like me before. i feel like i should at least win a prize or break down and cry uncontrollably. maybe both.

i am finally home in bed now but my right eye is glued shut and i am not allowed to open this eye tonight. i am cold and have winter blankets trying to protect me from pain and chills but they don’t do a great job, yet they are trying so hard. blame me, i cry, blame me. i am the arbiter of all diseases chronic and unknown and erratic, unusual, the  “rarely happens to……” it is not surprising that i don’t i feel special; tonight i have plenty of pity. problems with my eyes, ears, tmj, chronic pain, joint pain, foot pain, all the time. struggling not to become one with the symptoms but i feel like i’m wrestling with myself in thick, mixture of quicksand and mud. once in a while i want to just sink deep and let my breath come out slowly and simply float on top. i am tired of fighting, i’m tired of the pain.  i just want the pain concerto to cease playing. tonight i feel pain on my pain. if my head wasn’t above the blankets i would hide beneath them, though crying is difficult with just one eye.

who is this young stranger i ask from three feet and thirty years back. the one that used to shimmy in tight jeans and black leotards and confidence amid conversations of the psyche and e.e.cummings and the book review section of the ny times. i was a traveling girl until they clipped our wings; but most of all i was a dreamer.

my dog is sleeping peacefully on my feet. i woke up at 4 am today, perhaps with nerves but also with an incredibly optimistic attitude. optimism kicked me again in the face like a feisty pony named speed. i didn’t see the pain coming, speed kicked me from behind and sent me flying to the ground bruising every bone. every already aching bone and muscle.

i have all these strange, out of the ordinary afflictions but special is not something i feel. now i feel sad and sulky and in miserable pain. music which usually calms me grates on my raw nerves. stop complaining, i admonish, this is not life-threatening but it is painful and lonely as all hell. i miss my husband’s reassuring voice and soft, gentle hugs. i know i can survive on my own, always knew that, but it is nicer when he is there beside me, and not on a business trip, gently reaching for my hand. i miss normalcy if i even remember what that feels like.

i look forward to slow down the grumbling monster that is the pain in my head and shooting  down half my face. why am i not normal. why are there bizarre afflictions attracted to me like bees to golden honey. i am too tired to shoo them away because i have been robbed of energy. so they stay, circling me, viscious black buzzards landing only for their meal and my life.

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3 thoughts on “say narrow-angled glaucoma 5x fast on pain meds

  1. Laurie, Your words take me to where you are. I cannot imagine this pain you speak of, but your description make me weep. I do not suffer with this type of pain and I wish I could make it disappear for you. I will thinking of you and wishing this pain away.
    mo

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  2. So sorry Laurie…I wish we could catch a dang break from pain and illness. I wish I had some wise and soothing words for you, but I’ve come to the conclusion there are none for any of us. I would turn myself into a pretzel if I could help you in some way though. Try to rest and take care of yourself, your husband will be home before you know it … I hope. I’m just praying as hard as I can for you to feel atleast as good as one can with chronic illness. Added problems just aren’t fair. Close your eyes and picture your lil sis gliding by on her scooter with wings!!! lol Oh, I’ve obviously taken one pain pill too many. Luv ya big sis! xoxo

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  3. Hope the pain subsides and you get some rest. Let visions of sugar plums not vultures dance in your head while you sleep.
    If I could bring you over a piece of cheesecake, then whip up some cream, drizzle the cheesecake it with homemade blueberry, raspberry or strawberry sauce, I would.
    I so know facial pain and how bothersome and unrelenting it can be.
    Soon, Dan should be back, holding your hand and making you coffee.
    Til then, as trite as it sounds, hang in there. Folks will be sending you positive, healing thoughts.

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