Super Pissy!

Most of you have read or heard my many complaints over the last week and a half or so. I'm trying really hard not to be, but in all honesty I am pissed right now. I'm not angry at any one person, just angry at life in general. I'm very well aware that things could be worse, but right now my attitude towards life is definitely not reflecting that.

So I know I need to get some of you uptodate. I went to the doctor on Saturday, because I was still hurting. He did xrays and all that fun stuff. He said nothing was broken, which is good. He also said that quite often cervical (neck)/ thoracic (back) sprains, aka, whiplash can sometimes cause pain for up to six months, which is not good. He gave me muscle relaxers, extra strength advil, and told me to take my tussionex at night, because that has pain killers in it. He said to call him if it got worse or if it wasn't better in a week. He said I may need to go to Physical therapy. Well it got worse. I could barely move on Sunday. Tyler and I had tickets to the hockey game, and I had to stay at home. Tyler was going to stay at home with me, but I insisted that him and Matt V go to the game and have fun. It's not fair for him to have to miss out just, because I don't feel good. He's not the one that caused the whiplash! Plus I knew I would just end up sleeping, and that's exactly what I did.

Sunday night I slept horribly. I kept tossing and turning because my back and neck were hurting soooooo bad! And to make matters worse my cough is back, and I couldn't stop coughing. Poor Tyler didn't sleep very well either. Well all the medicines that the dr gave me did not help at all. I came to work yesterday with a heating pad on my neck, one on my back, and a pillow on the back of my chair. I look retarded, but I didn't care. Even with all this and a double dose of my muscle relaxers and everything else, I was still in extreme pain. So I called the dr and he called me in a prescription for vicodin. Tyler and I went to the pharmacy last night to pick it up, and just from walking to the pharmacy and back out to the car it hurt so bad. By the time I sat down in the car I started crying I was in so much pain! So I took the vicodin, and it has helped. It's cut the pain in about half. When I take two the pain mostly goes away. It's just a mild irritant at that point, but I can only take one at work or else I will be out of it! And the insurance lady said well we have a rental car for you. Um, wtf, are you kidding? Do you think I can drive when I can barely move my neck? And do you really think I should be driving when I'm on three different medicines that state on the bottle, "Do not drive or operate heavy machinery while taking this medication." I'm not trying to get in another wreck and make this worse!

I'm very lucky that I have such an amazing fiance and such wonderful friends. Kari's driving all this week for me. I gave her gas money, but still I know it's a bit out of her way to have to come pick me up. Tyler waits on me hand and foot. He's done all the household chores, and a million other things. He works a hell of a lot harder than me at work, so it means a lot to me that he is still willing to do so much for me when he gets home!

The doctor called about an hour ago, and said that the radiologist saw something that looked suspicious on the x-rays. They want to take a deeper view, so I have to go back in in the morning for that. Between this and my bronchitis last week I have used up so much annual and medical leave. So much for saving it for the wedding. Well I guess that is enough complaining from me for now.