The Pain Scale

SAN GERALDO AND I CAUGHT THE
4TH OF JULY FIREWORKS IN CONEY ISLAND.
HERE’S THE PARACHUTE JUMP
LIT UP FOR INDEPENDENCE DAY.

The Dowager Duchess was experiencing severe pain when we arrived Friday evening. She could find some temporarily comfortable positions on the sofa. And she was fairly comfortable lying flat on her back in bed. But most movement was excruciating. 

Sunday morning, when she tried to get out of bed, the pain was so awful that she had to lie back down. I tried to help, but she couldn’t bear even trying to partially sit up. So, I called for an ambulance. 
The good news is that we now know the pain is not from the compression fracture alone, but from pressure on a nerve. So, she’s staying in the hospital while they manage the pain and do further tests. The hope is that they will be able to perform a repair of the vertebra (possibly a kyphoplasty), whereby they insert cement directly into the vertebra to repair it. Hopefully we’ll know Tuesday if that’s possible. 
Meanwhile, my mother continues to be the most gracious and pleasant patient. Her pain tolerance is phenomenal, so I was surprised by her response to the neurosurgeon today when he asked, “On a scale of zero  to ten, how would you rate the pain?” Without hesitation, The Duchess said, “Oh, definitely a ten.”
‘Holy crap,’ I thought.
If the Dowager Duchess rates it a ten, then on that same pain scale, San Geraldo would call it a 25!

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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