And today I learned that oxycodone makes me extremely dizzy.
So first, an update on my back and leg. I'm going in for surgery on Thursday! It's going to relieve the pain, and the recovery time should be minimal. Basically, what the MRI said was that one of the disks in my back was bulging out against my spinal chord, and it was compressing it very severely. Because of this, my muscles and nerves in my left leg are deteriorating, and the only way to begin to reverse that is by removing the bulging part of my disk, thereby letting the spinal chord decompress, and making Alexa very happy! :D
But back to this oxycodone thing. The ARNP (Advanced Registered Nurse Practitioner) at the office today looked at my MRI and said a bunch of stuff, and I got really overwhelmed and started bawling, and left the room, and cried a ton, just because I had no idea what the hell was going on. But when I left the office, Dad told me that I had to stop taking the naproxen that my pediatrician prescribed me, and I had to start taking oxycodone during the day, and something else at night (Something that's supposed to knock you out for nine hours. We'll see how that goes :P). Dad went to fill the prescription while I went to school and took care of some stuff on the computers before they get wiped on Sunday. I got back, and took the dose, and called my Aunt.
When I got off the phone, I felt low. I checked, but my sugar was 121, so I was confused. I then realized that I was dizzy because that's one of the side effects of oxycodone. I thought if I just laid down, it would go away. Fat chance. I've been feeling perpetually low since about four in the afternoon. First, it was really unsettling. Like, really? I'm gonna feel like I need to bite a chunk out of the house constantly, and I really feel like I'll walk into the wall before I eat it.
But then things got a little scary. I haven't wore my sensor since yesterday, because you can't wear any metal in the MRI machine, and I didn't know what sort of tests that I'd be getting today, so I just left it off until I knew. When I got home after the doctor, I didn't put it on, just because I was going to do it tonight. And that was probably a mistake. Before dinner, I checked my sugar and I was 63. Now, that's not TERRIBLY low, but it's kind of low. And if I hadn't been eating, I wouldn't have checked. And would've gone lower. I hooked up my sensor right after dinner, but I'm pretty worried.
I pride myself--if that's even the right way to say it--on being able to feel my lows. I don't think I've had a sneaky low in a long time. I guess I'm just in for a rough six days. Woo hoo, right?
So I'm gonna go be dizzy and watch Ice Age 2 until I fall asleep. Have a good night :)