I saw my PCP this morning, and she pretty much said they still don’t know what’s wrong with my legs. She talked to a few different specialists, and they haven’t ruled out Avascular Necrosis (AVN) entirely. She said AVN usually shows up in the hip sockets but it may be elsewhere in my legs. She’s having me do another MRI but a more extensive one this time: lower back to knees. In the meantime she prescribed me Percocet for the pain. It’s definitely better than the Vicodin I was taking, but the sharp pain is still there when I sit or stand.
I looked up Percocet on drugs.com and found the following statements throughout the page:
“Oxycodone may be habit-forming and should be used only by the person it was prescribed for. Keep the medication in a secure place where others cannot get to it.”
“Oxycodone may be habit-forming and should be used only by the person it was prescribed for. Percocet should never be given to another person, especially someone who has a history of drug abuse or addiction. Keep the medication in a secure place where others cannot get to it.”
“Keep track of how many tablets have been used from each new bottle of Percocet. Oxycodone is a drug of abuse and you should be aware if any person in the household is using Percocet improperly or without a prescription.”
Not to worry people; I will not be giving these away. Although, it does concern me a tiny bit. I definitely do not want to become dependent on it, but obviously I don’t want to be in pain… not to mention my poor liver. I still can’t get over the fact that a little over a year ago I barely took any meds – including over the counter ones, and now I’m pretty much a walking pharmacy.
After the dr’s appointment my mom and I had lunch at a place called Zazang Korean Noodle. Zazang or as I would spell it – jahjang myun, is black bean sauce noodles Korean style. I had tried the place years ago when it first opened and didn’t like it, but we were hungry and thought we’d give it another go since it’s a block from the hospital. Not so much. The noodles were too mushy for my taste, the sauce was too sweet, and I felt so thirsty afterward. We also ordered tahngsooyook – sweet and sour pork (though it’s traditionally made with pork my mom thinks we got beef) with a brown sauce, not red. Not good. I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon.
After lunch we stopped for some coffee and drove down to Cottage Yarns so that I could buy yarn to make scarves for the post lung transplant team: the 3 nurses, the scheduling coordinator, the nutritionist, and the pharmacist. I bought Cascade 220 and will be making a modified version of the Clapotis. I bought 2 of each color, so I’m thinking the 440 yards will yield me a scarf that’s about half the size of the original. I debated whether or not to gift Christmas presents to the transplant team and if I did, to whom? Even though I have probably lost my mind committing to knit 6 scarves in 8 weeks, I really want to do this for them. It will be worth it, because they’re so helpful and kind – I just need to keep this in mind when I’m on scarf number four and feeling burnt out.
The big event of the day was my mom getting locked out of the house. She usually takes my second set of keys with her whenever she takes out the trash or does laundry, but this time she left the door ajar. She said that when my neighbor came home and closed her door, it made our door close. Because of my leg pain I can’t get up from my chair by myself, so I called Tina. She graciously came by with my spare set. My mom put the keys on a purple lanyard that she found from an old name tag from some conference I attended so that she could wear it around her neck anytime she runs downstairs. Too funny.