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Feb. 27th, 2003 02:44 pmIt is proving to be a difficult week, here at Ellie central. A prescription for the fentanyl patches was secured, but the pharmacy is out of them... leaving me still without my primary pain meds. The entirely too heavy doses of Ultracet, Celebrex, Feldene, and Ibuprofen are wreaking havoc on my body, even as the withdrawal pangs of the fentanyl plays hob with my mind.
Hardly what I'd term a 'nominal day'.
I'm also saddened by deaths that've been announced of late. Fred Rogers has passed over the Rainbow Bridge, as was noted in one of my beloved family's journals. I never met him, but I grew up on 'Mister Roger's Neighborhood'. And added to the already high deathtoll in the R.I. club fire is Great White's guitarist, Ty Longley... whom I did know, dating back to my bouncing days. I can't shake the mental image of him staying behind to herd others towards the exits, not worried about his own safety. One of my most vivid memories of him is a comment he made over Cokes one night: I'll go when it's my time. I figure God won't call me till he needs a guitar player for his backup band. I guess the call was put in. Move forward in peace, both of you, knowing that you'll be missed.
... Okay, the shakes have passed again. The bouts of shakes and cold sweats are... pretty impressively strong, I must admit. I believe I'm going to go back to reading now, provided I can get my head to make sense of the printed word. My spirits are -not- buoyed by knowing how intense the pain levels are without the fentanyl damping them down; most of my hopes of ever being able to resume a 'normal' life have been tossed into the thresher.
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan
Hardly what I'd term a 'nominal day'.
I'm also saddened by deaths that've been announced of late. Fred Rogers has passed over the Rainbow Bridge, as was noted in one of my beloved family's journals. I never met him, but I grew up on 'Mister Roger's Neighborhood'. And added to the already high deathtoll in the R.I. club fire is Great White's guitarist, Ty Longley... whom I did know, dating back to my bouncing days. I can't shake the mental image of him staying behind to herd others towards the exits, not worried about his own safety. One of my most vivid memories of him is a comment he made over Cokes one night: I'll go when it's my time. I figure God won't call me till he needs a guitar player for his backup band. I guess the call was put in. Move forward in peace, both of you, knowing that you'll be missed.
... Okay, the shakes have passed again. The bouts of shakes and cold sweats are... pretty impressively strong, I must admit. I believe I'm going to go back to reading now, provided I can get my head to make sense of the printed word. My spirits are -not- buoyed by knowing how intense the pain levels are without the fentanyl damping them down; most of my hopes of ever being able to resume a 'normal' life have been tossed into the thresher.
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan
