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So, today has been a bipolar kind of day. It started out, early this morning, with an appointment for 7:30 with an orthopedic doctor. After waiting for an hour to see him, I did, and then he told me I have a herniated disc (NOTE: this is a different diagnosis than the osteopath gave me and they were looking at the same MRI) and that my best (see: only) option, with a 70% chance of recovery, is to recieve a steroid injection directly into the aggrivated nerve via epidural. Once the inflamation goes down, we would proceed with physical therapy.
First off, I almost cried the last time I got a shot because I'm terrified of needles (that inject things). So, seeing as how an epidural lasts for about 30 seconds, not just a pin prick, I wasn't happy.
AND
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but my mother has a PhD in naturopathy. THUS I know that epidurals can cause back injury, and steroids can cause: weight gain, cataracts, and a compromised immune system and everything that goes with that. So, I ask, "is there anything we could use besides steroids?" And he proceeded to say no, but assured me that there were no side effects- and then this really pissed me off- and made it a point to mention TWICE that it wouldn't be "the same kind of steroids you hear about athletes using." So, basically, because I'm 20, I'm stupid.
MADDIE WAS NOT HAPPY after that. Maddie was very stressed out and scared, and Maddie did indeed succumb to feelings of helplessness and cried once she got home. That is why Maddie does not like medical doctors.
Upon returning home of course (and petting The Bean for a while) it became obvious that this is not my best OR only option. And since my mom is hip to the alternative medicine scene, I've got the hookups. Most likely my recovery will depend on changing my diet to avoid food sensitivities and using "crazy alternative medicine" and continuing with my active release therapist, who is the only one who has been able to help at all, and the only doctor whose ego was not so huge that it prevented him from refering me to another doctor. Yay for un-huge egos!
Later today, I talked to my landlord. That's right, "mine," because we got the appartment! Yay! Happy frogs! Move in day is officially the 22nd, but there will likely be some smaller moving before that. The Bean will come with me when I return Christmas day... night.
Yay! I'm excited for my tiny bedroom and awsome roof-porch!
How am I doing, you may (or may not) ask?
I'm doin'.
First off, I almost cried the last time I got a shot because I'm terrified of needles (that inject things). So, seeing as how an epidural lasts for about 30 seconds, not just a pin prick, I wasn't happy.
AND
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but my mother has a PhD in naturopathy. THUS I know that epidurals can cause back injury, and steroids can cause: weight gain, cataracts, and a compromised immune system and everything that goes with that. So, I ask, "is there anything we could use besides steroids?" And he proceeded to say no, but assured me that there were no side effects- and then this really pissed me off- and made it a point to mention TWICE that it wouldn't be "the same kind of steroids you hear about athletes using." So, basically, because I'm 20, I'm stupid.
MADDIE WAS NOT HAPPY after that. Maddie was very stressed out and scared, and Maddie did indeed succumb to feelings of helplessness and cried once she got home. That is why Maddie does not like medical doctors.
Upon returning home of course (and petting The Bean for a while) it became obvious that this is not my best OR only option. And since my mom is hip to the alternative medicine scene, I've got the hookups. Most likely my recovery will depend on changing my diet to avoid food sensitivities and using "crazy alternative medicine" and continuing with my active release therapist, who is the only one who has been able to help at all, and the only doctor whose ego was not so huge that it prevented him from refering me to another doctor. Yay for un-huge egos!
Later today, I talked to my landlord. That's right, "mine," because we got the appartment! Yay! Happy frogs! Move in day is officially the 22nd, but there will likely be some smaller moving before that. The Bean will come with me when I return Christmas day... night.
Yay! I'm excited for my tiny bedroom and awsome roof-porch!
How am I doing, you may (or may not) ask?
I'm doin'.
