Hey there, loyal blog readers. BHD doesn’t have many musings to share these days. I am…

…alive, despite when the pain is so severe I have asked my spouse to shoot me. I guess I am grateful that we don’t have a gun in the house.

But seriously… the consequences of my decision to stop taking all pain meds (except OTC stuff like acetominophen) also has direct results of not managing pain. Many professionals say that pain management is the key to recovery from rib fractures.

The increased direct pain triggered muscle spams that by Tuesday evening were occurring with a frequency of two to three per minute. When my back muscles contract, they pull on the injured rib cage, which then triggers pain of 11 on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst.

On consultation with my doctor, I got a prescription for a muscle relaxant which also has the benefit of making me groggy. Together, I took a four-hour nap yesterday afternoon and slept about six hours last night.

I am still having occasional muscle spasms, but not nearly as frequent as earlier this week.

I am able to walk, albeit slowly, up and down stairs. I am grateful that I installed rails on both sides of the stairways in our house and incorporated other universal design features like I have done for remodeling jobs for senior’s and wounded warrior’s homes. Those grab bars in the shower are essential.

I am trying to get better enough to return to work at my office next week. I have to get out of my spouse’s hair. He has many fine qualities, but patience in caregiving is not one of them. He needs his peace and quiet.

Well, that’s about it from “recovery central.” Soon, I will be booted again and able to go to work. I have no idea when I’ll be better enough to get the Harley repaired and be back on it. One thing at a time!

Life is short: keep focused on the positive.