The Big SCIATIC Post

I didn't even know that sciatic was a nerve, or where it was. I mean, I've seen people grab the back of their hip and complain about sciatica, but that was it. Unfortunately I am now much more educated with it.

The stuff I found online doesn't seem to apply to me though. Much of the sciatic issues mentioned stem from lower back problems and disc issues, which I have none. I think it's possible that I might be able to help someone out there by sharing what happened and how I'm dealing with it.

"The sciatic nerve is a large nerve fiber in humans and other animals. It begins in the lower back and runs through the buttock and down the lower limb. It is the longest and widest single nerve in the human body." [wikipedia.com]

After going through this pain, reaching out to my doctors, and getting nothing that has actually helped me, I was forced to take matters into my own hands. ("I" even had to ask to be sent to physical therapy.)

My online search and my doctors had advised the following exercises. However, they only gave me very temporary relief. I always ended up back at square one within a few hours.

I thought I had hit the jackpot with this one,
but it offered no permanent or growing relief.

This did nothing for my sciatic nerve. It helped stretch my heel cord (tendon)
which I need too but nothing for my sciatic pain

After weeks of no help, I started to pray. It then dawned on me that perhaps it's the way in which I'd been sitting that was aggravating the nerve. I had a congestion issue in my leg and was sitting in a position that helped that issue (A). I began to sit up (B). While I had to deal with the congestion in my leg (it was better that 3 months ago), I started to feel relief of the sciatic pain.

So it seems to me that my sciatic problem happened because of the way I was sitting for 3.5 months. (update: as time passed I realized the nerve must have been aggravated during surgery.) It put pressure on my nerve for an extended period of time. Sitting up began to help, but did not solve all of the pain. 

I kept praying. The following two exercises came to me out of nowhere and have been offering me growing relief at a slow pace.

I do these without the band

This one was on my mind for a long time.
But I was afraid it would aggravate the nerve. It's helping though.

I'm now taking either ibuprofen or naproxen twice a day to keep both pain and inflammation, if indeed it's an issue, at bay.

After being able to start getting relief I canceled my physical therapy appointment because I asked Dr. Yes if physical therapy would make me do stretches I'm already doing. He said that was probable. ;o/

However, I'm going out soon for surgery on my right foot. I'm curious to know if they have anything further to offer. So I will be going to at least one physical therapy appointment to see if they can lend anything additional that will help me RECOVER from this and not just manage it.

I'll keep you posted.

Traveling Back Home... (Travel Tips)

God is awesome! (even when things don't go our way) But he was faithful and sent me help every time I was in need. I only brought a backpack so I could carry it on my back while on crutches. But I never had to carry my bag.

My aunt gave me some advice when I left. She said, "Don't wait until you fly back to do this... on your way out west get your boarding pass from a human being NOT a kiosk [even though you booked online and have an e-ticket]. Tell them when you return you will need a wheelchair for travel."

I did just that. And furthermore, I made sure that on my way back I got my boarding pass and repeated the request again because it's a different airport than the first one I spoke to.... so always cover yourself. It all worked out. And I mentioned the wheelchair again when I had a layover. Again, a different airport.

I found that they always knew because I had already requested it before heading to my destination.

FYI, usually when you need a wheelchair, you are boarded first, and let off last. (Don't be silent, make sure the person working the desk at the gate knows you need help boarding. They will most likely already know because you'll be in a wheelchair already— so be friendly. Smile. Be polite and give plenty of thank yous. Kindness goes a long way.)

(I had an amazing experience with several workers who went waaaaaay out of their way for me. It even made me cry. Their kindness made me emotional. Way to go DELTA!)

Oh and you should probably have some singles and 5 dollar bills easily in reach. While the workers at the gate itself don't need to be tipped, the person who wheels you up to the gate should get a little something. (and those wheeling you off the plane to where you need to go) ;o) It's just nice to do.

The other thing I did when booking my flight online, is choose an isle seat that would allow my left foot to be in the isle (for stretching). BUT each time I got my boarding pass from a human being I asked if I could be changed to sit by the BULKHEAD. The bulkhead is the first economy row after first class. It has the wall in front of you. I used the wall to prop my leg up during the flight. 

ALSO, I made sure my trip back home was NOT a nonstop flight. I knew I would need the layover rest, to be able to prop up my leg properly off the plane for a while. I also made sure that the layover was a few hours so I could do this at my own pace. It worked out well. I found that I was accommodated each time without a problem. PRAYER and thinking ahead WORKS! 

It was a long day though and I needed some serious rest. My foot was quite swollen.

SURGERY DAY!- LEFT FOOT

Up at 4:30am. I have to be at the hospital by 5:30am. My surgery is scheduled for 7:30am sharp. Remember to choose something comfy and easy to wear.

At the hospital I had to sit and answer questions (DOB, SS, etc.), give ID, insurance card, choose someone for Power of Attorney, pay hospital balance up-front (my insurance covers 90%. I had to write a check for approx. $370). I received my wristband and was reunited with my mom.

Later I was taken by a nurse. I was weighed. I changed. They wanted ALL my clothes off even though this was surgery for my foot. I kept my undies on. I was asked to state what day it was and what was going to be performed on me. They also took a urine sample. After giving the sample I realized it was for a pregnancy test. But I had already had this done (paid) for such a test for Dr. West some weeks earlier. I explained. They made a call to the lab to disregard my urine sample. (yay!) My IV was also done at this time.

I had to sign a form at this time for the crutches I would need later. Apparently, the crutches are billed separately by a company other than the hospital.

I sat on a gurney with the privacy of a curtain and my mom soon was let in to sit with me. I was given a marker and was told to write "yes" on the foot that was to have the procedures. I did, but I also drew a happy face on the bottom of my right foot. I put my sock back on that foot to hide it. I was hoping that in the operating room it would bring a few chuckles. (I was pretty sure that Dr. West would view my right foot while working on the left. My right foot does not have Brachymetatarsia.)

Soon an intern who works with Dr. West came over, introduced himself and asked if he could see my foot. I removed my sock. He took a look touched a few toes and was done. He asked if I had any questions. I said, "Yes. I was told I get a continental breakfast with this thing. Someone lied to me." ;oD This of course broke the ice. (I wanted everyone to experience a little humor before going into this thing.) 

Another nurse soon came who would be involved in the surgery and introduced herself. She too asked me to name what was being performed on me.

Then Dr. West came in. We were all in good spirits. He took the marker and signed his initials right next to where I wrote "yes" on my foot.

He took a digital picture of my foot, them placed his hand on my shoulder and bowed his head to prayed for me. Yup, Dr. West is a believer! ;o) He prayed aloud with me and my mom right there while the two nurses where going through paperwork. 

There are times in life where you feel you are perfectly situated at the right time and place... this was one of those moments. (I can not tell you if my surgeon does this with all his patients. But I feel pretty confident in stating that if his patients let it be known that they are followers of Jesus Christ, that he will most likely feel the liberty to express and show his own faith as well.)

He left before my mom could start blubbering. ;o) She was very touched by his gesture of prayer. Soon we were making jokes again.

For the most part my humor was accepted. The Anesthesiologist was a little taken aback however. Her point being that if I'm cracking jokes she is unable to determine if I'm really disoriented or not. "Surgeries are canceled when patients are asked questions and the wrong answer is delivered." (I understood her point and told her I understood, but her delivery on this point wasn't the best.) I felt that she is the one usually cracking the jokes... (maybe I was stealing her thunder?) a few minutes later she administered the anesthesia in a forceful manner.... it was very painful. (I had anesthesia admitted 10 years ago for a surgery and felt no pain whatsoever.)

Considering the anesthesia isn't delivered by needle directly into my arm, but an injection into the IV tube.... you'd think there would be no pain... but she managed to delivery it too quickly and the pain was practically unbearable. 

No time to complain as I would very soon be out. Approximately 4.5hrs later I awoke to Dr. West saying something to me that I couldn't make out. He left. I felt myself go under again, but not before I felt someone remove my catheter and hand me a zip-lock bag with my undies in it! LOL. Then I awoke to see a woman at the end of the gurney trying to tell me how to use crutches. It was much to early! I couldn't understand her. I was disoriented. They even got me up and placed the crutches under my arms. All I kept saying was, "I really shouldn't be on crutches right now." ;o) Drrrrr.

Moments later I was being wheeled out. I was in and out of consciousness. I then found myself at my parents, in bed, and took the strongest pain killer as directed by my doctor (Roxicet). The day before he instructed me to not wait for pain, but to take it as soon as I got back from the hospital. 

This is what I was looking like.

Gauze. An ace bandage on top of that. Cotton wrapped on top of that.Then a fiberglass splint running from my toes to my calf. Then TONS more cotton wrapping. And finally another ace bandage.

My leg was numb from the knee down. I was able to move my first 3 toes forward and backward— that very night. (one can do a lot when you're numb. ;o)

All this waiting and it's finally done, pheeew....