Spinal Crap


Before I get to the unpleasantness of the rest of this blog, I am taking this time to once again post some photos of my favorite things. Well, it is my blogand I am my own biggest reader. I come back here and read this often. So, this stuff helps make my own blog a more enjoyable read for myself.

Two dudes in a tub:

America: Fuck Yeah!

A very recent photo of me and my handsome, sweetie-pie darlin’ angel dawg — now with missing lower canine tooth:

And now for some random fuckery from my C drive:


At the orthopedic doctor yesterday, I found out that it is likely time to consider more invasive approaches to my back/nerve problems. My doctor isn’t a specialist in spinal surgery, so she is referring me to one. She also ordered an MRI, because that’s going to be necessary to diagnose whatever is going on in my lumbar spine. From the x-rays, she said that my bones look good, even though they’re all crooked (yay, scoliosis!), but the thing that’s causing pain/pressing on the nerve is probably soft-tissue related. Likely, it’s a bulging/herniated disc. But she said it could also be a “mass” or something that’s near the nerve root. There’s no way to tell without that MRI.

So, I am waiting for the imaging place to call me so I can schedule that. And then, the spinal surgeon should call to schedule an appointment.

I’m kinda bummed out about it, but I’m not freaking out or anything. Honestly I am not afraid of the kind of spinal surgery I might have to have– it might be laparoscopic; could use a laser… it might not be the open-incision, arduous recovery thing that we were told it would be back in 1993 when we considered the surgery option.

Pain clinic stuff is the other option. That would probably involve some epidural injections to help ease the pain at or near the nerve root. Now, I have had a cortisone epidural injection (that wonderful year of 1993 brought me a lot of fun times), and I hated it. It hurt and it didn’t give me much relief at all. So I’m actually more interested in surgery than that, which sounds weird.

Again, there’s no way to know what will happen at this point, so there’s no reason to sit and try to envision all of the possibilities. I’ll just vent about it and then wait, and take it all one thing at a time. I know I will be OK. I have gotten through a lot of crap in my life; I can do this, too.

Paying for it is the scary part. But fortunately my deductible isn’t as bad as I first thought. I could also get a personal loan, probably, to pay off anything that’s not covered by insurance. Again… I have to wait and see.

So that’s what’s going on. The great news is I got my painkillers, yo!

Hydrocodone. I had this once before–I think when I broke my wrist and coccyx– and it works well. I took two last night and it was so cool to feel the pain drift away as I lay in bed, falling asleep. It really did ease up to almost nothing. It’s a miracle. I’m so grateful for these damn pills, it’s not even funny.



4 responses »

  1. P.S. As of yesterday, I have decided. I want a black cat. He will be called “Damon”.

    DH laughed last night when Tess had a fit at the window, because, as it turns out, not an hour after I’d made this declaration to him, there was, of course, a stray black adolescent cat on the back porch.

    This marks the second time in 24 hours that Tess has tried to punch out a window because of ( I presume) this cat. If he shows up a third time, I am going to start putting food out, win him over, get him vetted and neutered, and collar and tag him. He can be an outside cat. Then I won’t *really* have five cats…

  2. Dude, I have to say: I do love my black cat. He’s the one I cuddle with. He falls asleep next to me every single night and I love it. He also follows me EVERYWHERE. At any given time, he is usually within three feet of me when I’m home (unless he is playing or sleeping someplace). If I call him, he comes running. Actually, they all do respond quickly to their names. I’m so happy with our little family pack of dog/cat creatures and me, their fearful leader! 🙂

  3. My little sister has a black cat. He’s always been pretty evasive, with a penchant for peeing on her couch.

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