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stephbgAbout 4 months ago I had my first B12 shot in ages. I'm supposed to have them every three months (about the only concrete advice I've ever been given by the medical profession) but I had to stop because I was having such bad reactions.
Still, I was feeling so worn out that I thought I'd give it a go, and I seemed to get away with it. After all, the first couple of shots were fine, and I thought I might have even benefitted from them. Cut to Friday and I got myself organised to have another one. Why? Because I was feeling so worn out and was game to try the experiment. At first it went relatively well. On the Friday night it's true I had a very bad case of restless legs, but a medicinal rum seemed to help settle that.
Tonight (nominally Saturday night but in truth Sunday morning) has been different. It has been hell. The right (ex-)shingles leg has been going off, to use the technical term. It's doing it's very best to vibrate out of the socket, and isn't at all satified by stretches, cold packs, walking/lurching around the house, kicking, nor vigorous non-bouncing jogging on the spot. The rest of me is most annoyed by all this activity and just wants to go to sleep. Desperately. The right leg is on its own. Well, other bits joined in for a while, but they lack the stamina of the real culprit. It makes sense that if one leg is desperate to move the other one would join in for the sake of appearances, but really, the left leg's heart just wasn't in it and it gave up after a mere couple of hours.
Eventually I gave in and took a conservative 1/4 (x 5mg) of a valium, hoping that would settle things down; it's the reason I have valium in the first place. I'm by no means anxious, so I've just bought myself a dose of depression, but I had to do something, and quickly. Amitriptyline is the preferred mid term option (relatively), but it takes a while to kick in. I needed a circuit breaker. Unfortunately that 1/4 was ineffective, so after a while I took another 1/2 (for a total of 3/4 x 5mg). We shall see how that goes. My leg muscles are already protesting all the enforced activity my psycho neuralgic leg nerve is inflicting up on it, so I'll have that followup to look forward to as well.
It won't stop!
So, B12 = bad. Maybe I can get away with one per year, but every three months? Hell no. I hate to imagine what would happen if I had the next shot on schedule. Oh wait, I don't have to imagine, I could just trawl back in the blog archives. Silly me for hoping things might be different this time.
Apologies in advance for any depressive type behaviour that might emerge in the next few days. It would be nice to avoid and no-one would be happier than I to be happy, I assure you, but one must be prepared for these things.
See you on the other side.
Still, I was feeling so worn out that I thought I'd give it a go, and I seemed to get away with it. After all, the first couple of shots were fine, and I thought I might have even benefitted from them. Cut to Friday and I got myself organised to have another one. Why? Because I was feeling so worn out and was game to try the experiment. At first it went relatively well. On the Friday night it's true I had a very bad case of restless legs, but a medicinal rum seemed to help settle that.
Tonight (nominally Saturday night but in truth Sunday morning) has been different. It has been hell. The right (ex-)shingles leg has been going off, to use the technical term. It's doing it's very best to vibrate out of the socket, and isn't at all satified by stretches, cold packs, walking/lurching around the house, kicking, nor vigorous non-bouncing jogging on the spot. The rest of me is most annoyed by all this activity and just wants to go to sleep. Desperately. The right leg is on its own. Well, other bits joined in for a while, but they lack the stamina of the real culprit. It makes sense that if one leg is desperate to move the other one would join in for the sake of appearances, but really, the left leg's heart just wasn't in it and it gave up after a mere couple of hours.
Eventually I gave in and took a conservative 1/4 (x 5mg) of a valium, hoping that would settle things down; it's the reason I have valium in the first place. I'm by no means anxious, so I've just bought myself a dose of depression, but I had to do something, and quickly. Amitriptyline is the preferred mid term option (relatively), but it takes a while to kick in. I needed a circuit breaker. Unfortunately that 1/4 was ineffective, so after a while I took another 1/2 (for a total of 3/4 x 5mg). We shall see how that goes. My leg muscles are already protesting all the enforced activity my psycho neuralgic leg nerve is inflicting up on it, so I'll have that followup to look forward to as well.
It won't stop!
So, B12 = bad. Maybe I can get away with one per year, but every three months? Hell no. I hate to imagine what would happen if I had the next shot on schedule. Oh wait, I don't have to imagine, I could just trawl back in the blog archives. Silly me for hoping things might be different this time.
Apologies in advance for any depressive type behaviour that might emerge in the next few days. It would be nice to avoid and no-one would be happier than I to be happy, I assure you, but one must be prepared for these things.
See you on the other side.
