This week has been a week of drama…
I had two medical appointments this week.
The first appointment was with a neurologist. I was very nervous. For one, it’s just another doctor to explain all this crazy RSD to. Secondly, I had actually seen this doctor several years ago after I had damaged my left arm during a mission trip to Mexico. I didn’t really remember much about him, but I definitely remembered the horrifying experience of living through nerve conduction and muscle testing. I was just praying that wouldn’t happen again. I didn’t even have the excruciating RSD pain back then. I did visit with this new doctor and to our surprise, he was very curious about the RSD and really wanted to help me. He had worked with a few RSD patients, and informed me that I had it bad (lol….glad someone agreed with us on that point!), and that it was a very rare thing for it to have developed from stubbing my toe (another point we agreed on!). He then decided that he really should do the nerve and muscle testing.
What?! What?! Surely not….
Ok…well, he needed to see if there is any nerve damage. I understand. At least this guy is actually doing something, right? I mean there’s been virtually no moving forward with this disease since my diagnosis last July. My pain management doctor actually seems to be at a loss…which is why he referred me to the neurologist. So, well, ok. I don’t know if I can handle it, but I’ll try to be strong.
So, I ask the nurse when we’re going to do this thing (the torture). Right now, she says.
What the ……..?!?!?!
After she had me sign the waiver and she walked out, I literally looked at Mike and then put my head down on the table/bed thingy. I didn’t realize they meant to do it right then…that day.
So, I dig as hard as I can find within myself to move forward to the next room where they are to do the testing.
I won’t go through what happened after that. Let’s just say there were electrical currents and needles and a whole lot of crying that ensued. And then, I was told I needed to go get some blood work done afterwards….more needles. Great. So, after blood-drawn from both arms and seven (yes, 7) vials of blood later, I was completely emotionally and physically done.
It was a very tough day.
I had another appointment on Thursday b/c this neurologist wanted to see how my veins were responding. So, I had an ultrasound done on my leg. It was uncomfortable, but NOTHING like what had happened the day before. I thanked God for that small blessing.
The neurologist also started me on a new medication called Neurontin…a nerve pain medication. I’m hopeful this will begin to help with some of the nerve pain. And I truly am hopeful that something good will come from these tests. I’m hopeful that there will be some answers to this crazy RSD.
Well, in other news…Mike left e.a.r.l.y. Friday morning for his flight to Virginia. He has had an action packed weekend of meeting new people, going to several youth activities at Fairmount, and (the most important to me…lol) looking for housing. Still no word yet on that front, but he’ll be looking more tomorrow, and I pray that something will turn up 🙂
Since he was gone, my dear friend Kris offered to bring over a meal…which was a yummy Tator Tot Casserole, some fresh pineapple, some homemade rolls (man, I miss fresh homemade bread!!!), and these oh.so.yummy Easy Apple Dumplings.
Oh my….those are just sinfully delicious.
She also insisted on doing my dishes. Which doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I’m still struggling with pride and letting go of “my” kitchen. It’s been my domain for the last 13 years, and letting someone else do my dishes was difficult. Very difficult. But I’m also profoundly thankful that I have a friend who would do that for me.
Kris….I love you, so much. My tears were not just of prideful embarrassment, but also of true thankfulness.
You truly mean the world to me!
And that my friends, brings me to today. I’m thankful it’s the start to a new week.
And new hopes!
❤ Shara