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tsukino_akume) wrote2013-02-19 01:12 pm
tsukino_akume) wrote2013-02-19 01:12 pm
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Les Miserables (And other appropriately related subjects)
It's been a long weekend.
On Saturday Brother, his parents, and I finally got to see Les Miserables. I've never seen any version of it before, but I recognized a lot of the songs - namely from years of chior. It was *AMAZING*. *_* Incredibly depressing, but so awesome I didn't care. Anne Hathaway totally deserves the award she got; I teared up twice during the movie, and both times was during one of her scenes. Hugh Jackman was great too, but I've come to expect that of him. Russell Crowe turned out to have a beautiful singing voice! His character is a horrible person, but I didn't care because all I could think was 'Yay! He's singing again!' ^.^;; I don't know if I'll buy it when it comes out on DVD because again, incredibly depressing, but also awesome. So we'll see.
Unfortunately the movie was the highlight of my weekend.
We'd actually been planning to see it the weekend before, but I suddenly started feeling really weak and shaky. I managed to help Brother's mom make me an egg and cheese sandwich, and then pretty much collapsed in bed for the rest of the day. But I was fine again the day after.
The same thing happened just after we got back from the movie: I managed to make a sandwich and eat half of it, then crawled into bed feeling weak and shaky. For the rest of the day I only got up for bathroom and to finish my sandwich. At one point I heard everybody watching a movie in the living room, but I couldn't find the strength to get up out of bed. Unlike the previous weekend however, it *didn't* go away the next day. As of today, the weakness and exhaustion has been going on for four days now. It gets a little better each day - I was able to go to physical therapy and make stir-fry yesterday before I went back to bed, and today I've made food and found my way to the computer - but I'm still very tired and just ... drained. I had thought maybe it was a medication thing when it first happened, but now I don't know what it is. I'm just ready for it to be over.
As for yesterday's physical therapy ... -Sighs- Due to the weak/exhausted feelings, I almost fainted - twice. First when I was doing some stretching with a rubber band, and started feeling light-headed enough after I was done that my therapist had me sit down for a few minutes. A little after that she decided to try the electricity thing again, this time with a hot pad. (I have no idea what it's called; she sticks some little pads to me and there's a very low electric pulse through my muscles for about fifteen minutes.) I wasn't really thrilled about the idea, because we've tried this before and discovered that my body HATES electricity, but I've repeatedly said that I'm willing to try anything to make the pain stop, so I went with it. The end result was my back, neck, and arm feeling tensed up, like they were being squeezed, and my jaw throbbing. (I think I may be developing a cavity. >.<) The room started to spin for awhile too, but I was already sitting, so I just sort of ... dealt with it until it was over.
The worst part was afterward. My therapist told me we basically have four to six more appointments to try and make therapy fix me, and that right now her plan is to strengthen the muscles, since babying it didn't work. And she doesn't think the doctor is going to order more physical therapy. (Which yeah, it's not working. At all. But we knew that before he ordered more.) I made a comment that my biggest fear is that I'm going to be told there's nothing more to do, and I'm just going to have to learn to live with my arm like this. She ... kind of hinted that maybe what ends up happening.
I honestly don't know what I'll do if that happens. Because I cannot work like this. I can't lift more than five, *maybe* ten pounds if I push it, and a lot of office positions require that you at least be able to lift twenty-five.Not to mention that there aren't many office jobs around here. >.< Both Brother and Shi-chan have mentioned that I might be able to go on Disability, but I'm really leery. For one, I don't *want* to go on Disability. I miss working and getting out of the house. For another, I believe you need a doctor's agreement for that, and this doctor has been giving me the impression that he either thinks I'm a wuss, or that it's all in my head.
So ... I don't know what's going to happen. I really don't.
... And now that I've depressed myself, time for Megaforce Torture!
On Saturday Brother, his parents, and I finally got to see Les Miserables. I've never seen any version of it before, but I recognized a lot of the songs - namely from years of chior. It was *AMAZING*. *_* Incredibly depressing, but so awesome I didn't care. Anne Hathaway totally deserves the award she got; I teared up twice during the movie, and both times was during one of her scenes. Hugh Jackman was great too, but I've come to expect that of him. Russell Crowe turned out to have a beautiful singing voice! His character is a horrible person, but I didn't care because all I could think was 'Yay! He's singing again!' ^.^;; I don't know if I'll buy it when it comes out on DVD because again, incredibly depressing, but also awesome. So we'll see.
Unfortunately the movie was the highlight of my weekend.
We'd actually been planning to see it the weekend before, but I suddenly started feeling really weak and shaky. I managed to help Brother's mom make me an egg and cheese sandwich, and then pretty much collapsed in bed for the rest of the day. But I was fine again the day after.
The same thing happened just after we got back from the movie: I managed to make a sandwich and eat half of it, then crawled into bed feeling weak and shaky. For the rest of the day I only got up for bathroom and to finish my sandwich. At one point I heard everybody watching a movie in the living room, but I couldn't find the strength to get up out of bed. Unlike the previous weekend however, it *didn't* go away the next day. As of today, the weakness and exhaustion has been going on for four days now. It gets a little better each day - I was able to go to physical therapy and make stir-fry yesterday before I went back to bed, and today I've made food and found my way to the computer - but I'm still very tired and just ... drained. I had thought maybe it was a medication thing when it first happened, but now I don't know what it is. I'm just ready for it to be over.
As for yesterday's physical therapy ... -Sighs- Due to the weak/exhausted feelings, I almost fainted - twice. First when I was doing some stretching with a rubber band, and started feeling light-headed enough after I was done that my therapist had me sit down for a few minutes. A little after that she decided to try the electricity thing again, this time with a hot pad. (I have no idea what it's called; she sticks some little pads to me and there's a very low electric pulse through my muscles for about fifteen minutes.) I wasn't really thrilled about the idea, because we've tried this before and discovered that my body HATES electricity, but I've repeatedly said that I'm willing to try anything to make the pain stop, so I went with it. The end result was my back, neck, and arm feeling tensed up, like they were being squeezed, and my jaw throbbing. (I think I may be developing a cavity. >.<) The room started to spin for awhile too, but I was already sitting, so I just sort of ... dealt with it until it was over.
The worst part was afterward. My therapist told me we basically have four to six more appointments to try and make therapy fix me, and that right now her plan is to strengthen the muscles, since babying it didn't work. And she doesn't think the doctor is going to order more physical therapy. (Which yeah, it's not working. At all. But we knew that before he ordered more.) I made a comment that my biggest fear is that I'm going to be told there's nothing more to do, and I'm just going to have to learn to live with my arm like this. She ... kind of hinted that maybe what ends up happening.
I honestly don't know what I'll do if that happens. Because I cannot work like this. I can't lift more than five, *maybe* ten pounds if I push it, and a lot of office positions require that you at least be able to lift twenty-five.
So ... I don't know what's going to happen. I really don't.
... And now that I've depressed myself, time for Megaforce Torture!