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I gotta bad case of ...sciatica blues
Warning: This post contains whining and possibly too much information. Sometimes you just gotta vent, you know?
I’m officially nominating 2008 as the worst year ever. I swear, since the first day of January, this calendar year has been nothing but dramas and traumas.
The latest incident is the excruciating sciatica pain caused by a herniated disc that I’ve been plagued with for the past 7 weeks. Despite two epidural steroid injections, oral steroids, anti-inflammatory drugs, antidepressants, a medication for nerve pain and Vicodin, no pill seems to cure my ills. I gotta bad case of sciatica blues.
I’ve been seeing a spine specialist and on Monday I had a follow up visit with him. He felt my condition was worsening and wanted me to see a neurosurgeon... pronto. He made a call to one of his colleagues and got me in yesterday.
After reviewing my MRI, poking, prodding and inflicting more pain than I thought possible, the neurosurgeon felt strongly that I should have a procedure called an Open Discectomy. This is a surgery performed to remove part of the damaged disc in my spine which will relieve the compression on the L5 nerve bundle, which is what is causing my pain.
Since I was ready to perform the operation myself, I agreed and surgery is scheduled for next Thursday. I’m looking forward to relief from this pain and from non-stop doctor visits, but I’m scared to death of anesthesia, surgery and hospital stays. It’s making me very nervous.
Of course,that can’t be the end of my story, right? I really thought I was feeling bad enough, but obviously whoever is in charge of these things decided that wasn’t the case. This morning I woke up with a fever, the chills and an absolute beast of a urinary tract infection.
You know, it’s bad enough to have to try to get to a doctor visit with sciatica pain, but combine that with a urinary tract infection and you’ll understand why I was practically screaming in the parking lot while attempting to get into the doctor’s office. Besides being physically broken down, I thought I was going to have some kind of mental breakdown as well. By the time I got into the doctor’s office, not only was I screaming out loud, I was crying out loud, too.
After two doses of antibiotics and some other pill that turned my pee bright orange, the urinary tract infection is feeling a little better, which is good, because I don’t think it’s possible to feel any worse than I did earlier in the day.
I am just wiped and ready to put this year, orange pee and the sciatica blues behind me. Is it 2009 yet?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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