As if my weekend of heat stroke wasn’t enough, today I get to go into the doctor to get my back injected AGAIN. This time it’s to do my SI joint, so far this year I have had an epidural injection, and 2 different facet joint injections. YEA for me! My back has been such a trouble for me for a good share of my life. However, for the last few years it has really been a pain. For everyone out there to avoid such pain don’t fall off your horse and fracture your back. Just sayin! That isn’t the only problem with my back; this problem stems from the last oh 15 years or so. I have been able to deal with it for the most part. But since I fractured my back it has really impacted my time with my horse “Harley”. I have hardly been able to ride since the accident. Which has not helped my depression with the back problems, I have tried a few times in the last few months to saddle up and go for a ride. However, it always ends up with me in pain and I have to pay for those 10 minutes in the saddle for a good 2 days. So with my injection today I am hoping this will help me get back in the saddle! My SI joint has been the one joint that we have not injected before, and hopefully can be the thing that will help me get in the saddle. Look out Harley!
I joked with my dad who took me into the hospital to get the injection today while we waited. I said that you can tell I have gotten quite a few injections when you are no longer nervous to have needles shoved into your back anymore. He just laughs at me, which is what he does. Silly dad. So they call me in and I make my way back to the procedure room. Go through all the motions of stating my name and birthday for the millionth time in the last few days. I am always good for some comic relief for the nurses. As I sit down outside the procedure room, the nurse informs me not to be frightened if the guy that is in getting an injection starts screaming. She states he is a bit of a kidder, as am I when I get the injections, but instead of screams I just use good comic relief. My doctor comes out of the room and says hello, and I state “How’s my favorite doctor today” which always gets a chuckle from him. We go over the good ole risks, etc of the injection. Same ole, same ole. We joke about by “bling” hate and flip flops. At my appointment a few weeks ago he was commenting on my “bling” and how it was a bit distracting. How can that be? I was only wearing my hat with rhinestones, tank top with rhinestones and my flip flops. I can’t help it that I like to sparkle like a holiday! So onto the good ole table I go joking with the tech and getting all situated to get the injection. Get all numbed up and on to the injection we go! I love it when I get warning, “ok this might hurt” thanks for the warning! So we go through the procedure and he asks if I am ok. At this point I am gripping the padding on the table and starting to sweat it hurts so much. I hardly answer loud enough for him to hear and go yup ok. What I really want to say is stop asking and just get it done already. But I bite my tongue, knowing it’s almost over. WHEW all done, thank goodness! So I hobble my way to the recovery area for 15 minutes. All ready to go I stand up and start to walk and start swearing to myself. Holy heck it hurts every time I step on my right leg. So I hobble my way back to the waiting room and get my dad and off we go. As with most things, how I get through pain is just make jokes and keep my mind off it. So when we get off the elevator I joke with my dad (who has a bad knee and getting it replaced in December) “race ya do the door” at this point I am sure he would win. So off to get the car he goes while I wait in the a/c of the hospital. So home bound we go. Getting home I am still swearing to myself it hurts so much each time I step, I hobble downstairs with my ice pack and lay down. And here I still lay, feeling a little better (as long as I don’t move around too much).
So that is my exciting day, now just laying around and watching TV. Catching up on shows I haven’t seen in a while. Got to see one of my favorites “Hell’s Kitchen”, who doesn’t love Gordon Ramsey! Well all for now, better get my ice pack again and freeze the pain out of my hip. Good think I have good company with my little Minnie.
Until next time….
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