Inside my Head

The back issue is taking a little longer than I hoped, I understand it's a process. Not that I expect to get in and out with the doctor, take a magic pill, and POOF! everything is better. I do however, expect to be able to see a doctor and at least have some idea of what the next step is.

Yesterday I went in to meet with the spine specialist. After sitting alone in my little room for over an hour (I can't really complain, I did love the blissful quiet!), his PA finally came in to see me. Let me just say... He was NOT nice!! He asked a gazillion questions that didn't pertain to me, constantly made me feel like a moron, and actually huffed and puffed with me because I wasn't positioning my feet the correct way during the strength test. Well, when you say feet down, I assume the toes being part of the feet, are to go down as well. Apparently not. The toes should be pointed up to the ceiling. Well, if he would have just said that... Anyway the man frustrated me to the point of tears, looked at me and said,"We'll just schedule you an MRI."

Yeah, let's just do that, except I didn't even see the doctor.

Today I went back for the MRI. Finally a step forward, progress. I start to fill out the paperwork and immediately have a question for the tech. She gives me a sideways glance and says,"Really? Well let's just go take an x-ray and make sure."

So back upstairs to take another x-ray to add to the 5 they already took yesterday. I hear her speaking with the x-ray tech, "Uh huh, there it is, well, well."

I immediately pop my head in the restricted area, "Can I see it? Cool! Can I get a copy of that? My kids would LOVE to see this!"

So want to know what we saw?




Yes people, these would be some X-rays of my skull. And that oh so perfectly pea sized circle, (save your jokes, it's not my brain) would be the BB that my brother's friend shot in my eye when I was a wee lass of 10. (Just one of many reasons I hate the Christmas Story movie, I did get my eye shot out!) And that BB is permanently embedded in the cartilage of my nose. And be it made of metal or lead, it was not in my best interest to be processed through a giant magnetic tube.

So there you have it. I am not any closer to figuring out what the heck is going on with my back. We now have to wait and see if maybe a CAT scan is the way to go. But I can tell you that this was just the thing I needed to interrupt my increasing frustration with this whole process. Because really, this kind of thing only happens to me, and I'm finding it all to be a bit humorous.

They do say that laughter is the best medicine!