Can I just say I do not feel the best ever?
So I don't want this to be a waaah post. That is gross. That is lame. I need to count my blessings. There are too many to count. Oops, starting to get into a bragging post. Those are even grosser. Am I above writing either? nope.
Yesterday was a slew of doctor's visits. Thank God I can even have doctors at my disposal and an awesome family to take care of my child and take my sorry butt around to the appts. So that's what 3 blessings?
We saw the ortho who must never be named again yesterday. I realized that seeing him fits in perfectly with the definition of insanity and I'm all stocked up on that. Blessing 4.
Thankfully (Blessing 5) I got into see yet another new, fresh orthopedic doc. You see the pain is now winning friends. Hate it. It's winning and it's spreading to other stinking parts. I now feel broke down. Down but not out! Blessing 6.
He was all over it. I pray his zeal for my case continues. The next step is for me to have the triple phase bonescan test with an injection of dye to find: THE BIG C!!! Crap. I really didn't want to play the "do you have the Big C game?" Okay, okay that's not all it's testing. It's testing to see if I have a bone infection (kind of what I'm shooting for) or fractures that do not show up on MRI (call me Mrs. Glass). I go Friday morning to the Bonescan station. Hopefully, I get a turkey leftover sandwich, but I'm not pushy. (Future Blessing 7).
I go back and forth. "Be strong- my heart is stead fast trusting in the Lord, he will not have fear of bad news (Psalm 112:7)" and then "Oh I better start writing out my memoirs to Leelah..." It's the pain. The pain can do a number on you! How awesome it was to hear yesterday from Dr. S- "I do not think you are crazy." HE SAID THAT OF HIS OWN FREE WILL Y'ALL I DIDN'T EVEN ASK HIM THAT!!!!? SIgh (blessing 8).
I promise I don't want to alarm folks. Alas, I have no control over that. I'm a couple of surgeries off from omniscience and mind control... John, man, is the man! He is swamped at work. Swamped at home. It's a wonder he answers the phone at all. He is the man.
Got all lined up with MD Anderson yesterday. See they supposedly have an ortho dept I heard about. But they need a diagnosis. Either way I am sitting pretty (blessing 9) if it turns out I have the BIG C (DUH DUH DUHHHH cue dramatic music) then I am in their system. If I don't, (future blessing 10) then I am all set up with these new ortho docs. I like them! Oh and I have to go to a pain management doctor. What? I told the ortho that I didn't want to live on pain meds! They don't work really. But I was told that this was not debatable until I can get diagnosed and treated I have to fight the pain. And I am not allowed to even try to walk- as the hip could break at any time.
What else is going on.... Hmm.... OH and I have to go to a new neurologist. Brain/nerves. To get that junk ruled out. Blurgh. Oh well, thankful for that. I am a housewife complaining. I hate that. Forgive me Lord. Please turn these complaints into songs of your praise!
Psalm 112:7 Y'all! Happy Thanksgiving!