Yes, I shelved books first thing then came home to grab the Great Geezer and head to the hospital. No one told me to bring my allergy lists or my med lists. The med lists were available on their computer not so the allergy list.
G patiently waited with a nice loud TV and magazines to
distract him. I was very grateful for
the ride. I was more than grateful that
he remembered to validate the parking.
Yes, I had read in the paper that the injectable steroids
were contaminated and causing a fungal meningitis. After getting undressed, climbing on the very
hard table where I could not lower my leg flat and slowly disintegrated into a
non breathing state, ya gotta do these things to feel better later, I
asked. He was kind enough to tell me
that he’d called on the drugs. He’d
changed brands, and all was well.
In the radiology room were the doctor, the radiology tech,
and me. Just as an added fillip, there
was a rather green intern and a new radiology tech who were observing. All were coated in the new aprons, vests, and
thyroid masks. I had thought of asking
for a breast protector but for some reason was distracted by the pain.
It all went quite well, a little more contrast here, and a
little more cushioning there when it appeared the hip was bone on bone. Everyone
answered all my questions for which I was very grateful. Afterwards the doctor came around and gently
asked if I had considered alternatives.
“Yes, hip replacement but only after I get back from
Washington,” I replied.
I told G the bad news, and then remarked that “I was on my
last leg.”
We laughed together wonderfully, and G remembered what I
said so I could write that here.
Vibrating from the steroids, we meetinged, window shopped, and
slept. I woke at 0330, 0430, and finally
woke just after 0630. Thinking almost
did me in. Dogged determination got me
some sleep, and will get me to Washington in a week’s time.
On my last leg, indeed.
I'm sorry you had to go through all that for a little relief and more sorry that you may have to go through more in the future. But the good thing is there are alternatives and hopefully it will work out well for you.
ReplyDeleteThat's sad. Why do nice people have to suffer? Take care, Mage, my thoughts are with you.
ReplyDeleteHearing the news about the cortisone is scary stuff. I called about my recent shot as well. Relieved for us both. Thinking good thoughts for you, its rough living your life with pain playing the background music. Wishing you relief.
ReplyDeleteHad a hard time with comments yesterday, so I'll try again. I am so excited for your trip! And I hope you get the hip fixed soon. I visited my friend the other night. First time she could walk right in years, and that was the day after surgery.
ReplyDeleteYou have to be special to find something to laugh about in adversity.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes for an end to pain and discomfort.
Oh ouch, Mage. I'm so sorry you're having to go through this. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that you start to feel better soon.
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