Saturday update – my spouse’s birthday

Saturday (yesterday) I had upper and mid-back pain upon waking – I think it’s my pillow again. I got out of bed, stretched slowly, got moving around and felt a lot better. The bleeding had stopped overnight, but I knew it wasn’t the last of it. I went about my morning, anyway, and shortly realised I was very cranky. This is from having taken medication with codeine in it (Tylenol 3). Every month I get angry and aggressive, not just because I’m fed up with being in pain, but as a side effect to the codeine. I react the same way to marijuana, which is why I’ve been hesitant to go and get a medical marijuana card from the local pot club.
I’m also wondering if my upper back and neck pain is attributable to the codeine – I’ve been noticing TMJ symptoms again since being on Tylenol 3 this round.

Because I was cranky, I was snapping at the cats. My spouse asked me to please calm down, because I was making him uneasy on his birthday. So I took the last .5mg pill of my Lorazepam stash.

By the time we got out of the house around 1pm, I had some minor pain again, but was feeling quite mellow from the Lorazepam. As we walked from our car across the street to the computer shop to pick up our laptop and my external drive, however, the pain reached about a 4.5 on the pain scale.

I continued to deteriorate over the course of the afternoon. My spouse got some coffee at our favourite coffee shop (Peerless), and I ordered a raspberry tea. It was quite tasty – and I took some ibuprofen with the tea. When we got home from our errands, it was just about 4pm, so I took a nap while he stepped out to visit his favourite game store.

He woke me at 5pm to tell me we needed to get ready for dinner. He’d organised a sushi outing in honour of his birthday. I dragged myself out of bed, and as I woke up, I felt okay – no cramps. Yay!

While at dinner however, the pain returned. At one point I gasped and clutched the table, and decided enough was enough, so I dug out a half a Tyelnol 3 and swallowed it down with some green tea.

Within half an hour, I began to feel very light-headed, then outright dizzy and floaty. I became concerned for myself, wondering what was bringing this on, since I’d only taken half a Tylenol 3. I wondered if something in the sushi acted as an accelerator for the Tylenol 3. I wondered if I’d not had a full enough stomach when I took the Tylenol 3, then scoffed at that idea.

After dinner, we enjoyed a very nice dessert of gluten-free chocolate decadence cake, purchased earlier that day at Mariposa Bakery. My spouse requested the cake all on his own – I had nothing to do with it. :)
This was the same torte-like cake we had gotten for our one-year wedding anniversary back in October. Everyone got to enjoy a slice, and judging by the empty plates, they all loved it. Even the owner of the sushi restaurant got to have a piece, and asked me where he could get one of those cakes for himself!

After dinner and dessert, we went on to the local tiki bar. I had forgotten my purse in my car, so I went back out to fetch it. By the time I got back inside the bar, I thought I might pass out from the dizziness, and people could actually tell I was not well.
It finally dawned on me what was going on – even though I’d taken .5mg of Lorazepam some six hours before the half Tylenol 3 pill, there obviously was a drug interaction going on. I stepped outside to phone the pharmacy, nearly tripping over people on the way out. My spouse’s friend accompanied me, despite my gentle protests, and waited next to me while I talked to the pharmacist. The pharmacist acknowledged that yes, despite the time lapse, there could still be an interaction, though it shouldn’t be dangerous – it just enhances what side effects are already present in each drug – namely dizziness and fatigue.
I was okayed to take some more Ibuprofen, though.

I went back inside and let everyone know what was going on, and that I’d be fine. People suggested I should go home and rest. I told them meekly that I was afraid to be alone at this point. The pain was ramping up, I was having a drug interaction, and I could not take more Tylenol 3 to combat the pain. So I hung out, and people kept a wary eye on me. Bleh. It’s just, if I passed out, fell and hit my head, or the pain got to be a 10 on the scale, I didn’t want to be alone when it happened – I’d much rather be where people could see it and immediately rush me to the emergency room.

Sometime after 10pm, the pain was too much to bear, and I called it quits. I assured everyone I could drive home myself, that I live only a mile away. My spouse’s friend (the same guy) walked me to my car, and I thanked him. When I got home, I texted the spouse and his friend that I made it home safely.

I was able to sleep deeply on and off, for only about 20 minutes at a time. Then either the endo pain or the neck pain would bother me awake again. I texted my friends from time to time to see how they were all doing at the bar.
My spouse’s friend is so awesome that he also tended to my hubby for the rest of the night, and was the one to bring him home “marinated” – probably sometime after 1am. I thanked him for being such a good friend and hanging out with my husband. They don’t get to hang out enough, those two.

Once my spouse was home, I slept like a log, until sometime near 4am, when the damned cat began howling and scratching at the door again. I think the cat’s got dementia, I swear. He’s nearly 14 years old.

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