When I wrote last about my pain issue here in Life with Lynnie (LwL), I was suffering, big time!
After all, do you know anyone who can have surgery and not experience pain?
God provided for me!
My regular nurse was off on Sunday and Monday. Usually when she's off, a substitute nurse tends to my needs.
C showed up on Sunday. Oh Lord, was I ever happy to see her!
Not just because she's a nice nurse who has redressed my incision in the past, but also because of what we discussed. I told C about my pain problem, letting her know I had been in excrutiating pain once the freezing wore off, after last Thursday's surgery.
I mentioned that my regular nurse, who she was substituting for, thought I should take what was prescribed; Oxycodone (the generic form of Percocet). I explained that while talking to a friend by phone last Friday, my friend suggested I take even less than the half (1/2) tablet that my regular nurse had suggested.
That's what I did on the Friday evening. I took one quarter (1/4) tablet.
The results weren't good. I felt nauseous while laying in bed. And until my mouth began feeling like a desert, I just didn't get up.
Once I did, a vicious began. Drink a glass of water. Get up in less than an hour, to use the washroom. Drink water, etc., etc., etc.
This went on all through the night, all while I felt like vomiting. I prayed God would help me, and He did. I never got sick to my stomach. After all, that would have been detrimental to my recovery. Thank You, Lord!
My Sunday replacement nurse C, asked what I had been taking for pain. I explained that I had been taking Ibuprofen. But, it hadn't been helping me, much.
C asked what dosage I had been taking. I explained 200 mg tablet x 2 = 400 mg.
She commented that it didn't surprise her that it wasn't helping. C explained I needed 800 mg, to touch the pain level after surgery. Ooooeeee!!
And, she further explained that since I am Rheumatoid Arthritic, it's probably good I was taking it, because it acts as an anti-inflammatory agent, as well. Phew!
The suggestion of increasing to 600 mg, the next time and the full 800 mg after that, when it was time to take meds, I was thankful to hear. In fact, that's what I did.
Then, I found that a Facebook (FB) friend, who has a medical background, had left a message for me. Asking what I was taking.
Through FB, I responded; she was online. She asked me the same questions C had. And, then she told me that I would need at least 800 mg to attack the pain.
Wow! Was I happy to have heard the same thing from two (2) people with medical backgrounds! After all, I had truly suffered for two (2) days, with the worst pain possible.
What made me even happier, was that on that Sunday evening, after taking the full 800 mg dosage if Ibuprofen, I had some relief from pain.
Believe me when I say I praised God and thanked Jesus!
Of course, even though it hadn't happened immediately after my surgery, when I experienced such terrible pain that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, I was reminded how He told us He would always take care of our needs.
Yes, God told us that He takes care of the birds of the air and the lilies of the field, and aren't we even more important than they are. You can read all about it, in Matthew, chapter 6.
The verse that always sticks in my mind concerning situations such as the one I found myself in, is Matthew 6:33, "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you."
God knows my heart. He knows that He comes first in my life. Always.
And, I praise Him, for providing for my need. Thank You, Lord!
Until next time...
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