Okay. So here it is. I visited with the physician's assistant at the local orthopedic office Monday. After they took the x-rays here is what he said: arthritis in lumbar region of my back and sciatic nerve issues. Duh. I knew that. Only I though my arthritis was just the normal 57 year old backs. Not the case. It appears that my arthritis is more advanced than the average 57 year old. (Boy am I proud.) I mean, here is something I can brag about....mine is worse than average!
Then. That office scheduled an MRI for today. I was all, "You don't know my insurance company! Two years ago they wanted me to wait 8 weeks for approval when I had this nasty little breast lump." I guess everything was approved because here I sit post-MRI typing out this all absorbing information on this little blog spot.
The MRI was not as horrifically scary as I thought it would be. I can tend to be slightly claustrophobic. So I just shut my eyes and let the technician, Robert, put the headphones on me. Tuned into the oldies station and kept my eyes closed the en-tire time I was in the tube. Yes. I said tube. Worst part: keeping still while my back and leg were excruciating. Every second I thought I would have to adjust myself. I tried to conjure any relaxing thoughts that were out there. And. Then it was over. I got to wear really cool XXL paper clothes for the MRI. Tres' chic.
I changed. Limped out to my car. Laid my head on the steering wheel until my breathing returned to normal. Drove home. Mr. Macho is at the gym. I am about to look for one more ounce of energy so I can put together the reuben sandwiches for supper.
Just another day in the life.
Be sweet.
you and Lauren can compare note. except she was knocked out for hers. Skype me this morning. will be at home.
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