Archive for May 15th, 2009

First I felt a pinch, then a burning, then a needle going halfway through me (my anatomical knowledge is on par with my physics, so it might have been less). I was surprised how manageable the pain was (not that it was pleasant). Then the doctor (good guy) told me I’d feel a little pressure.

When you hear that, what do you think of? What is “a little pressure” to you? Because my concept of “a little pressure” was embarrassingly underestimatory. It honestly felt like he was injecting something that expanded as it left the syringe. I heard, “How are you doing?” and offered a weak “I want to go home” but wanted to scream “My lower back is about to explode! You’re doing it wrong! Someone in the waiting room call me an ambulance!”

And then it was over. And the part of my back that was killing me now felt like a sleeping marshmallow. The doctor and nurse seemed amused by my recovery — he explained that the numbness would fade in about 3 hours (3:30 – 3:45), the steroids that now live in my tushy would kick in a few hours after that, and I should feel 100% better in 2 -  3 days (if, in fact, my sacro-crackerjack joint was the problem). If I still have pain after that time, then I push the panic button and start to cry.

I am going to soak in the tub. Do the Onion crossword. Try to relax. I can already feel the pain returning in my hindquarters (though not as bad as it has been and also with an added “burning” sensation! yayz!) and I might need to act as Teresa’s escort tonight (if her day is as bad as expected). At least I hung up my cane. As much as I love House, that’s not fun.

Have a lovely weekend, all. I’ll tell you the second part of the blood doctor story tomorrow. Promise.