Right then on to week two! After a relaxing uneventful weekend with a cold unfortunately though. I get up ready for the week ahead and after the fact the physio’s said this might be the week I see my pain start to lower I’m pretty hopeful!
As I head to warm up i’m wondering what delicious (read painful) treats they have in store for me. Well nothing much seems to change in the world of Headley Court – I get my usual dose during the day of PT, ice and another go on the G trainer. Suffice it to say I ended that day in a lot of pain too but it got worse.

When I headed in for the tuesday I was already tender so really wasn’t looking forward to what was going to happen. I did my warm up and then went for my routine PT and ice session that then had 30 mins in a hydrotherapy pool too. So hopeful that my pain levels don’t go skyhigh when my foot goes from very cold to very warm in a matter of seconds I get into the pool, the burning starts straight away so I can tell then that it’s probably not going to get any better. Which it didn’t, after my foot and more to the point body had acclimatised a bit she started my session with squats, then moved onto heel raises and calf stretches to put the cherry on the top of my ability to handle pain by then getting me to walk two widths of the pool forwards and then repeat backwards. So if God is going to judge my silent tourettes because of the pain I was in for that session as bad I think i’m due to go to hell when I die.
Then after that my remedial instructor (physio’s assistant) decided that I was in enough pain to ease off my foot for the rest of the day- that is of course until the next day…
Although for me it got worse before wednesday even dawned as I got a migraine type headache just before dinner time which thankfully eased off after some paracetamol were taken, however it meant I went without dinner and then had to suffer my room mate having a go at me about being unhealthy and that I should eat in the cookhouse more often.

Well, on wednesday morning I got up headache free thankfully and my room mate wasn’t moaning either which was peaceful. However the joy didn’t last long as when I headed into the warm up I was delightfully told that today was going to be the same as the day before- queue plans to keep my pain to the bearest minimum, which never worked. As my physio decided if I was struggling I should hit it harder, me nor my foot agreed however and as the day wore on my pain seemed endless from that point until late on the thursday as I was put through similar torture again on thursday (Although no ice- woo hoo!!!).

Once I reached Thursday evening due to my then 4 days of solid pain I was beginning to think it would never change. It did but not for the better, the buprenorphine i’ve been taking (an opiate) has a 6-8 hour shelf life. Something i’d never really taken any notice of as usually when my pain levels grow so does my intake of the drug. However on Thursday evening I found out why to never let your painkillers wear off completely whilst awake and with no different ones in your system. As the pain that appeared out of no where was absolutely horrific compared to what I had been experiencing during the day- so all I can say is, I didn’t truly understand how much pain i’d be in day to day at the moment without pain relief.

So with Thursdays acute pain escalation you’d think i’d go into fridays sessions with more awareness, I did but the OT just told me I shouldn’t be worried about it and I should think of the foot as being pain free as it would be pain free quicker that way (does lying to yourself ever really work????) So when I came out of her session and headed for physio decided to go whole hog and was pushed in every respect
by the PT, which wouldn’t have been a problem however when I popped to the shops that evening i forgot to take extra painkillers with me, so I had te same sort of attack on friday as I had endured the night before. However this time it was helped along by another migraine type headache which took 3 hours to dislodge andon saturday when I woke again it was to find I had an even worse one which meant i felt sick, couldn’t move my head and struggled to even drink water.

So by the end of sunday I was more than thankful that week had ended and was hopeful this week was going to prove much much better!