Friday night I woke up around 3 am with sharp pain in my left upper thigh and had trouble moving that leg. I couldn’t put weight on that leg without pain, so I couldn’t use the walker and was back in the wheelchair in the house. It was right in my groin. I wasn’t sure that women had groins so I asked Alexa and she assured me we do. I went to Dr. Google and it said that it could be herniated, it wasn’t. Again, could be UTI infection, it wasn’t. Kidney stones, God I hope not. I took some Tylenol, nothing, Valium 5 mg., nothing and finally some expired Ibuprofen. Back I went to Bon Secours Urgent Care. After looking at the area and asking me questions the Physician’s Assistant said it was tendonitis, “a very angry tendon.” He prescribed Meloxicam 15 mg. I had this in my extra stash of Rx drugs. Unfortunately I didn’t pick that one to try. Anyway, new Rx and rest is the cure. After taking two doses of the Meloxicam I felt better, less pain. I still couldn’t walk, but was moving around better.

I had bought tickets to go to the Craftsman Show on Sunday, which was at the raceway. I asked Stevie to go and she picked me up. Amazingly I didn’t buy a thing. Afterwards we went out to lunch. She dropped me off around 3 and getting out of the car, aaaah, my jaw! The horrible pain of Trigeminal Neuralgia started. It wasn’t a warning, it was full on shooting pains. What did I do, what happened? I have to say that the entire time I was in the hospital and even after being discharged I thanked God every single day that I wasn’t having any episode or sign of Trigeminal Neuralgia. This was debilitating. I got in the house and luckily the Rx for Oxcarbazepine 150 mg. was right in the kitchen. I immediately took the prescribed dose of two. The pain was unbearable. I sat in the wheelchair holding my cheek for about 15 minutes hoping the drug would kick in. It didn’t and I had to pee so I wheeled to the bathroom with the pain shooting up my jaw. I kept saying to myself, “power through, take it, (the pain).” I wanted to cry, I started to but was afraid it would trigger more pain.

After about an hour or so, the pills kicked in. I am so grateful that I have medicine for this. I went five years without medication and a diagnosis. I waited as late as I could to take two more. I wanted to make sure that I could make it through the night. I took the other two around 10:30. It is now 12:15 in the afternoon and again I am waiting to take another dose. I want to make sure I can again make it till bedtime. I’m afraid, so afraid. I’m afraid to eat; Pete had Chinese last night so I had some sweet and sour soup and a Yasso bar. This morning, again, afraid to eat until I remembered I made overnight oats which I had for breakfast. I’m afraid to brush my teeth; which I did but not as good as I usually do. I’m afraid to talk; probably a good thing. I want to break down and have a good cry but I’m still afraid, (I never cry). This has really taken me for a loop. I’m tired, it’s just one thing after another. I have never asked, “why?” but now I am. I want to feel good, I want to be out in the garden, so much work to do.