Went for a follow-up at the pain clinic yesterday. As I suspected, my "pain journal" confirms that IV lidocaine didn't really do anything for me. So there I sat in the exam room with the nurse practitioner who works with the pain doc, squirming in my chair because it was about 3:30 pm, when the pain is at its worst. She flipped through my chart and sighed. "You already tried Zonegran?" "Yep." Another sigh.
To make a long story short, I'm going to taper off the Lyrica and start taking another tricyclic. Already, I can tell that taking less Lyrica is making things worse. So I'm frustrated, and apparently I'm making the people at the pain clinic somewhat frustrated, too. I'm starting to wonder if I'm the World's Biggest Baby, or, alternatively, if I'm underreporting my pain.
So far, I've not reported a pain level more than 5 on a scale of 1 to 10. See, they describe a '10' as "the worst pain you can imagine," and I've got a pretty fertile imagination, so when I try to imagine a '10', I think about having your arm ripped off or getting shot in the groin, and I think, "Well, it's certainly not that bad, is it?" Maybe it is. Maybe a 4 that last from 10:00 am until the third glass of wine in the evening is about the same as getting shot in the groin, which, I assume, only persists until you pass out or are anaesthetized.
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