I went ahead with the back surgery on Tuesday. The second surgeon confirmed everything the first had said, and was able to schedule me for the surgery less than two weeks after the visit. I'd heard really good things about the second doctor from PTs who have worked with his post-op patients, and was told he's one of the best and that he only does surgery when he thinks it's absolutely necessary. I felt good about the decision going in.
It happened Tuesday afternoon, and that evening I had a few glorious hours when my leg felt free of pain and there was much rejoicing. I walked around grasping the IV pole and feeling great. A few hours later the nerve pain in the leg came back, and it has gotten worse over the past three days. This is not unheard of, and it probably has to do with the fact that the post-surgical inflammation at the site of the procedure is compressing the nerve root. But the nerve itself may also have sustained damage that could take a long time to repair. So I could be in pain for a few more days, or a few more months. Or longer. (No! Thinking happy thoughts.)
Getting out of bed is hell; rolling over is the worst part. I feel knives digging into my flesh and at every point I'm scared about ripping stitches or re-herniating the disc with a wrong move. I'm physically incapable of leaning forward to get up; it's such a bizarre sense of helplessness. Once up I can walk about a bit in accordance with the doctor's instructions.
Fortunately, I have my sister in town for a bit. Her presence has been invaluable, both in terms of moral support and physical assistance getting in and out of bed and fetching water. The hospital sent me home with a fantastic water bottle complete with a straw that runs through the lid. I suppose parents of young children must be familiar with the concept, but I'm really impressed. (Maybe it's the drugs talking here.) It makes taking pills while lying down simple and painless.
The neuropathic painkiller was supposed to kick in yesterday and address the leg pain, but so far no luck there. That's my only cause for concern right now. My back *should* hurt -- they took knives and needles to it and hacked away at disc and bone. But it was all done for the sake of the still-uncooperative leg. I'm attempting to be sanguine.



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