Or…don’t get your hopes up.
Well–this isn’t the post I had hoped to be writing a few days after my radiofrequency ablation. I had really hoped that I could give a stellar report, detailing the wonders of a back-pain-free life. Unfortunately, that just isn’t the case.
After the initial pain of the procedure wore off, I actually felt pretty good for most of Tuesday. I even went for my first run in six months. I ran half a mile, at a 12:00 minute pace. This was exactly what I was allowed to do. Half a mile. Very slowly. Every other day.
I got home from that run and felt pretty good. In fact, I felt so good that I weeded the garden and then picked raspberries. Probably not the best idea. I went to bed a little sore that night.
Wednesday, I woke up and felt ok. I had a job shadow scheduled for the morning and was happy that I wouldn’t have to deal with back pain while I was there. I was on my feet all morning, but the pain wasn’t too bad.
By the time I got home that afternoon, I was excited to go for my walk (the job shadow experience went really well!—a topic for another day). My pace for the walk was relatively fast and I felt great! But when I got home, and started doing the normal daily house-stuff, I started to have that familiar pain again. Pain loading the dishwasher. Pain folding the laundry. Pain playing with Logan.
Any positivity that I had carried over from Tuesday’s half mile run was gone. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I went to bed Wednesday night in pain, depressed, despondent.
Thursday morning dawned and I got up to go for a walk. It was the ‘every other day’ that I was allowed to run my slow half mile. But, in a display of incredible self
pity control, I simply walked my three mile loop.
I know that increased pain is possible for a couple days after the procedure. I guess I had gotten so excited from that initial, very short lived pain relief, that I got my hopes up too much. I’m hoping that there is still a chance for some pain relief from this procedure. But, if I’m being completely honest, I don’t think it’s going to happen. And I don’t know what the next step will be if that is the case. Although I’m sure it will involve antidepressants.