Well, there I was, after THREE hours of waiting in the doctor’s office, hearing the words I didn’t want to hear. “Based on what you’re telling me and after examining you – it seems that the RSD has spread to your right side.” She was kind, the nurse practitioner, and she said that there is obviously not a 100% accurate test to prove it – but even I know that my right side (both arm & leg) are not feeling good these days.
They have told me several times that the intrathecal pump will be my best bet. More so because of the arachnoiditis. Just yesterday, I was talking to my best friend and I asked her, “How did I get here? What happened to me?” We’ve asked ourselves that more than I could ever count.
Yesterday, I was SO angry because the nurse prescribed physical therapy for me. Anyone who knows me knows that I detest, loathe, stronger than hate PT. I told her that I would not to more than once a week, and not to order it for two or three times a week because I wouldn’t do it. Well, what do you think she did??? She ordered it for “2-3 times per week.” I freaked out and almost ran back (if I could run), but there were so many people waiting to be seen and waiting to sign out that I felt bad. I just told the woman signing me out that I would deal with it on my own.
I know my legs are weak. I know they are getting weaker. No one needs to tell ME that. I’m the one going through it.
I like it better when I’m in denial. So for the rest of the night, “Denial – here I come!”
Peace & painlessness,