Posted 12/24/2017 9:44 PM (GMT 0)
Hello Susie, I went to the appointment and saw a FNP. She said, "we don't treat pain here." I heard, "we don't care if you are suffering." Whatever. She said she could do nothing until I was "cleared" by a neurosurgeon which could take months to find one to see me since they shy away from pre-treated patients. Again, whatever. I did refuse to leave without a requisition for a cervical x-ray. She reluctantly complied, so I was able to schedule the x-ray for that afternoon. To my delight, the doctor at the radiology office called me into her office to review the films. That has never happened before. She showed me the x-rays and told me all the hardware was in place and the bone grafts looked like they were in the right place, but without an MRI, she couldn't be 100% sure. Of course. It was great news to know the bad fall I had taken a few weeks back did not mess with the hardware.
I called the new clinic and found since I had seen the FNP, my appointment with the Doctor had been cancelled. Sigh. I rescheduled for the Doctor for January 29.
I called my neurosurgeon on the off chance he would talk to me without getting paid, again to my delight, he talked with me and answered a few questions and told me I was on track, to continue with the physical therapy I had been doing at home (more about PT later), and that I could start taking Ibuprofen sparingly. Due to my age (almost 59) and the length of time from my injury to surgery (19 months), and my preexisting degenerative disc disease, stenosis, etc., I probably would never be able to work again as a medic. Okay. I sort of figured that out already.
I called my old physical therapist (from after my foot surgeries) and described to her the PT I was doing and asked if I needed to schedule a visit. She was amazed I was doing all the stuff she would have advised, and added one soft exercise to help my core muscles. I was doing the right thing all along. Yay.
I am learning how to pace my activities better so I don't cramp up, so my days and nights are less painful. I love my wonderful, yummy Ibuprofen. I am keeping the dose to 800mg every third day. Christmas is tomorrow. Not doing any Christmas is such a relief. No shopping, no cooking, no wrapping, no tree. It might sound pathetic, but those activities make me physically suffer, and letting it go feels like the right thing to do.
Thank you for checking on me. I am clearly not as depressed as last month, and realize time is my frenemy.