Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Cranky Pants

WOW!!! It's been a while since Grandy has had 2 sticks to rub together for a brain time to sit down and write you all a post while NOT under the influence of pain meds.

I won't bore you with all the gory details, but I will confirm that it appears the stone is still there. Had a procedure last week, so the doctor could go and "get" the stone. Now we insert a lot of blah blah blah, stone was not in the bladder, yada yada, "NO WONDER YOU ARE HAVING SO MUCH PAIN", blah blah's lodged.

Now I have a pretty high threshold for pain, but even GRANDY has her limits. So...the fun continues. All the while, life goes on.

Over the last few days, I have noticed that perhaps I have not been myself. It appears that either the pain medication, the lack of being able to take it during the day so I can function in my job, or the dang pain itself is making Grandy a dull girl. I've had several meetings this week (and today is only Wednesday), and had to put my "game face" on. The only problem with that is, when I'm done...I'm DONE.

So while Grandy was in between meetings, had 20 minutes to accomplish 3 completely different tasks, while 4 people were stopping at her desk with different questions, her co-worker made the mistake of asking a question. It was not the question itself she was asking, but rather the fact that I had answered her question, and she had re-worded it 3 different times to see if she would get a different answer. THAT was an unfortunate incident.

This is a VERY sweet lady. She is actually very likeable. I felt short with her, but didn't mean to.


Maybe those warnings where you should NOT mix alcohol with the pain meds should be ignored from time to time. Maybe that would help?? Nahhhhhh...who needs more loopiness?


Deanna said...

I think it's high time they do something more than poke and prod at you, ya know...

Just a thought!

Wish you were feeling better.

The Mother said...

She should have known better than to futz with a lady with a stone in her ureter.

Serves her right.

Christina said...

Ugh! Yes, I know the feeling. But pain wears you down. Even if you manage to get through the day with it, it took *every* available ounce of energy to do that so of course you simply crash.

And hey, even on good days those types of people annoy the hell out of me. I actually called someone out on that once saying that the only change in my answer no matter how many times she rephrased it was going to be moving from No, to Hell No :-)

Staci said...

Does your office have a door? If so, I'd suggest locking it next time. If not or if you have a cubicle, I don't have anything other than maybe a warning sign to hang up at the entrance. (Beware of dog?)

I understand how it feels. I get kidney stones every time I eat salt. Sometimes I forget to check the label like I did at Christmas (my grandmother bought a tub of potato salad with nearly 1000 grams of sodium in one serving), and I end up in pain for a week or more.

I think people who've never had one just don't get it.

Grandy said...

Deanna~ I know!

Mother~ True...but I still kinda felt bad.

Christina~ Hahaha!! HELL NO!!

Staci~ No door...but I do have caution tape for my cubie. :)