I've delayed writing this because when I'm upset, I go into 'silent mode'. It's a hard habit to break.
Ok, so I'm going to vent, because that's the only thing I feel to start with right now.
I'm so upset!!!
Let me start in the middle...
A few weeks ago, I had an emergency apicoectomy. One minute I was at the dentist's office, the next morning in the endodontist's chair. Apparently, I had an infection that was eating away at my jaw. It wasn't too bad, everything is fine. I'm glad it was taken care of so quickly. But, here's the kicker,... They gave me some strong pain medication, one of which was a narcotic.
Now, I was diagnosed with diabetes, type 2, a year and almost 5 months ago. They gave me metformin, a statin (which I ditched after a month because OUCH!), some calcium and vitamin D, and a small aspirin, and a whole bunch of bad diet advice and a ton of grief when I went on LCHF. Most of you know this story. What I also received was a nice gift of PAIN and debilitating fatigue! Muscular pain that ate away at my large muscles, arms and legs became toothpicks and I was said to have lactic acidosis from the metformin. Whatever.
So, we dropped the metformin last May, blood sugars were great, A1Cs were great. My A1C at diagnosis was 10.7, fasting 316 or 317, and my subsequent ones were 5.0, 4.7, and my latest one a couple of weeks ago was another 4.7. Yay me. uh huh..
Cholesterol, great, all markers great, low WBC and RBC. BP 95/56.
A few months after dropping the metformin, my muscle pain was replaced with strong muscle burning and my muscles began to grow back. I understood this to be a long process. Okay...
So, back to the endodontist and the pain meds... a narcotic called hydroxycodone, I believe. For a few days I experienced NO pain or burning. None. I had energy, I was out and about, I was happy, I had hope, the fatigue was gone. Gone! I had been in agony for well over a year! Well, I will shamefully, or not, tell you that I wanted the relief to continue. I wanted my life back, come what may. The following week I had my blood work done which showed inflammation, a higher than normal C-reactive protein (18.8) and ESR (20). But, not enough to be conclusive. Now, I've been talking to my doctor about this pain and burning for almost a year and a half! I wanted it to end , now that I knew it actually could, but agreed that narcotics were probably not the way to go. So, I had to fight tooth and nail for him to please put me at least a bit out of my misery. And, it was a battle, because it was obvious I was seeking Drugs! And, I'm the person who is reluctant to take an aspirin. I also fought hard with diet to lose all of my weight and get off of all diabetes medication. This was not me, asking for meds to relieve this burning which causes so much fatigue and muscle knots, I have been unable to regain my active and happy life. In fact, I became quite the hermit, even a tad agoraphobic.
So, last August, it was decided that I move with my daughter to her apartment near her medical school because I can't climb stairs, it's so painful, and our house is very big. Happy, better, but terribly sad. I've since regained some energy as my muscles rebuild and have made wonderful friends. I go out briefly now a few times a week. A far cry better than the year I spent in BED.
Pathetically, the doctor relented and gave me 15 mg a day of mobic for the pain. It doesn't work. Then now naproxen.. a nice back reliever but nothing for this burning and fatigue. He did offer me an antidepressant which I declined. I can't tell you how that offended me and what I wanted to do with his kind offer. The option to switch doctors is truly not an option since we are retired military and he's the only one who supported LCHF (which he is beginning to blame for the burning).
It's been a few weeks now since the hydroxycodone and I am beginning to forget what those few days were like. This is a mixed blessing. I see him again end of February when I have to make a 5-hour useless drive, for what? I fear there is no help and I shall have to just learn to live with this, somehow. I know that people live with worse, and maybe I'm just a big baby, but I'm Tired!
Ok, vent over. I'm sorry. I just .. needed to vent. You have all been more of a help to me than any of them.
Ok, so I'm going to vent, because that's the only thing I feel to start with right now.
I'm so upset!!!
Let me start in the middle...
A few weeks ago, I had an emergency apicoectomy. One minute I was at the dentist's office, the next morning in the endodontist's chair. Apparently, I had an infection that was eating away at my jaw. It wasn't too bad, everything is fine. I'm glad it was taken care of so quickly. But, here's the kicker,... They gave me some strong pain medication, one of which was a narcotic.
Now, I was diagnosed with diabetes, type 2, a year and almost 5 months ago. They gave me metformin, a statin (which I ditched after a month because OUCH!), some calcium and vitamin D, and a small aspirin, and a whole bunch of bad diet advice and a ton of grief when I went on LCHF. Most of you know this story. What I also received was a nice gift of PAIN and debilitating fatigue! Muscular pain that ate away at my large muscles, arms and legs became toothpicks and I was said to have lactic acidosis from the metformin. Whatever.
So, we dropped the metformin last May, blood sugars were great, A1Cs were great. My A1C at diagnosis was 10.7, fasting 316 or 317, and my subsequent ones were 5.0, 4.7, and my latest one a couple of weeks ago was another 4.7. Yay me. uh huh..
Cholesterol, great, all markers great, low WBC and RBC. BP 95/56.
A few months after dropping the metformin, my muscle pain was replaced with strong muscle burning and my muscles began to grow back. I understood this to be a long process. Okay...
So, back to the endodontist and the pain meds... a narcotic called hydroxycodone, I believe. For a few days I experienced NO pain or burning. None. I had energy, I was out and about, I was happy, I had hope, the fatigue was gone. Gone! I had been in agony for well over a year! Well, I will shamefully, or not, tell you that I wanted the relief to continue. I wanted my life back, come what may. The following week I had my blood work done which showed inflammation, a higher than normal C-reactive protein (18.8) and ESR (20). But, not enough to be conclusive. Now, I've been talking to my doctor about this pain and burning for almost a year and a half! I wanted it to end , now that I knew it actually could, but agreed that narcotics were probably not the way to go. So, I had to fight tooth and nail for him to please put me at least a bit out of my misery. And, it was a battle, because it was obvious I was seeking Drugs! And, I'm the person who is reluctant to take an aspirin. I also fought hard with diet to lose all of my weight and get off of all diabetes medication. This was not me, asking for meds to relieve this burning which causes so much fatigue and muscle knots, I have been unable to regain my active and happy life. In fact, I became quite the hermit, even a tad agoraphobic.
So, last August, it was decided that I move with my daughter to her apartment near her medical school because I can't climb stairs, it's so painful, and our house is very big. Happy, better, but terribly sad. I've since regained some energy as my muscles rebuild and have made wonderful friends. I go out briefly now a few times a week. A far cry better than the year I spent in BED.
Pathetically, the doctor relented and gave me 15 mg a day of mobic for the pain. It doesn't work. Then now naproxen.. a nice back reliever but nothing for this burning and fatigue. He did offer me an antidepressant which I declined. I can't tell you how that offended me and what I wanted to do with his kind offer. The option to switch doctors is truly not an option since we are retired military and he's the only one who supported LCHF (which he is beginning to blame for the burning).
It's been a few weeks now since the hydroxycodone and I am beginning to forget what those few days were like. This is a mixed blessing. I see him again end of February when I have to make a 5-hour useless drive, for what? I fear there is no help and I shall have to just learn to live with this, somehow. I know that people live with worse, and maybe I'm just a big baby, but I'm Tired!
Ok, vent over. I'm sorry. I just .. needed to vent. You have all been more of a help to me than any of them.