Hello, I go by Kitty, and I've had pretty severe Sciatica since August 2013. It started out pretty mild, a tightness and soreness behind my left knee. Then it started radiating from back down my leg in these sharp bursts when I stood up. From there, it just kept getting worse.
My doctor originally said this type of pain could be caused by stress, which sounded reasonable, since my Dad had just been put in hospice, and then passed away. Then she called it.. Piriformis Syndrome, and I went to physical therapy. Which helped a little, then stopped helping, and she told me to stop going but keep doing the exercises. I called again when it got a lot worse, and they had me do Xrays and an MRI.
The doctor then said the MRIs were like a "perfect storm" where what they showed coincided with what I kept telling them my pain felt like. He told me I had a bulging disc that was pinching my nerve like... a whole lot. So he sent me to a specialist.
The specialist said I had piriformis syndrome and degenerative disc disease, and sent me to physical therapy again.
Well the therapy helped a bit, but the pain keeps coming back and getting worse and worse. So I came here.... I have an appointment Thursday, and I'm working on making a grid of my pain levels, with notes of specific things that happened those days, and making notes on things that concern me and that I'm worried are because of this whole mess.
The pain is interfering with my work, I keep having to go home early and can't do all I should be able to do. I work a desk job for crying out loud, worse I have to do is a night of standing, once a week. It's easy. I shouldn't be having such trouble, but I am.
I'm scared, what if the pain never goes away? And it hurts so bad I''m like... just please, do a surgery, get it over with. I need to get back to my life. My sister just got engaged and wants me to make her dress, I have a job and I'm too young to go on disability, I'm not even sure how that would work because all I have is short-term disability insurance. At least until open enrollment rolls around again. It hurts to even stand long enough to bake, or do dishes. Or sit for long periods of time... it always hurts. Always. I've only had maybe a moment or two without pain in the last few months. I don't even remember what it's like to be pain free anymore.
I don't know what to do.
“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible.”
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept