by BabyAngelGood News: Mission Success!
Salutations, Reader.
Here’s keeping fingers crossed and hoping this is the very last Covid-Dairy entry ever to mess up this War-Game Website. It is not that I enjoy getting-personal online; rather, it is an unwelcome necessity to announce certain Good-News and Bad-News.
In case this is the first you have read about the ordeal its creator had to endure these past years? Let’s lead with a quick recap: My entire life has been Work-Hard and Play-Hard!
That is until reaching age fifty and the year 2020 when the Corona-Pandemic takes place on the world stage. On December 16th, I tested positive for Covid; A Domino-Effect was set in motion, causing my health to be Shot-To-Hell. And I am not talking about sitting through a Bad Flu here, but four years of one malfunction after another.
In A Nut Shell…
From my perspective, the Covid virus first wreaks havoc on your stamina and then attacks your physical weakest link. In my case, this caused Severe-Radiculopathy, seriously debilitating the function of both my arms and hands due to a Nerve-Impingement. Earlier this year, the situation turned critical when I was barely able to hold a Pen or put Pencil-To-Paper. After receiving Diagnostic-Pain-Treatment this summer and exhausting all conventional or conservative treatments, the only way out was to risk Surgery. …And get myself a titanium upgrade.
The Good-News is: Your grumble Game-Smith had the surgery at the end of October, and the endless barrage and bombardment of pain have stopped. The left hand still has pins-and-needle sensations in the thumb, index, and middle fingers, which hopefully will wear off over time?
Straight after and into Post-Op, my Right-Hand felt liberated from purgatory and freed from the trials and tribulations endured. With less dramatic wording; I can feel my Drawing-Claw is up to the challenge again and ready to hit the drawing board next year! Back on Mission in 2025!!
Bad News: Mechanical Failure?
The Bad-News is: The ever-universal rule of things getting Worse before they get Better is in effect once again. For a brief moment in time, yours truly experienced Zero-Pain until the corticosteroids started wearing off after a few months. These past 3,5 years, it was never a question of ‘If’ I was in pain, but rather ‘How Much‘. Turns out I had grown accustomed to low-level pains in the range of 1 to 3 and called that No-Pain. Disproved by the exaltation experienced by the Diagnostic-Pain-Treatment, I was truly amazed by the almost instant Pain-Free sensation.
Making the period of limbo between Injection and Operation ever more excruciating and needing to get back on the Pain-Pills. In my case, the Cortisone-Shots started wearing off after 6 weeks and were fully gone after 2 months and 2 weeks. Once that barrier was absent, I was back on a heavy daily diet of Tramadol® and it worked well enough. Until it was suggested or recommended to add another chemical to the cocktail, by way of a nerve-blocker called Pregabalin.
And Lucky-Me; This chemical combination caused Amphetamine effects and made me progressively speedy to the point where I finally realized it myself after two weeks of use and endured excruciating pain in my foot! Trust me when I say; Not-Good!!
As Mentioned Before; Things Get Worse Before They Get Better.
Dropping the added medication a little too late, the damage had already been done, and I expected the return of Morton’s neuroma. A pinched nerve in the foot that had occurred a small decade earlier feeling very familiar in terms of pain and location. Last week, I had it scanned, and it turns out to be a March-Fracture that I have had for the past 5 weeks. Not just a Stress-Fracture or crack in the bone, but a complete break!
How’s that for another surprise kick in the nuts?
So immobile for 6 weeks with Strict-Instructions not to bear any weight on the cast until it comes off on December 31st. What a belligerent year this 2024, giving me grief up to the very last-day-during another rotation around the sun. Although this new immobility feels like a prison sentence and I am reluctantly confined to quarters, it begs the question; How To Push Through?
This year has known one small period where I was able to put Pencil to Paper…
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Now that the Operation has been a success, I choose to finish the Treasure-Map project during another form of lock-down. See you all in the Next-Year!
