So I'm probably going to get an epidural for my back. Good times. I have two herniated discs and joint damage/inflammation. The back doctor guy (an anesthesiologist by trade) told me he's done thousands of these and no one has ever started peeing their pants. I trust him. Kinda.
He also said he could put another kind of shot in the joint area that is a steroid to make the swelling go down. I asked him if that meant I would die of meningitis, and he said no. He uses clean/fresh bottles. He seemed kind, mildly amused by my anxiety, and thoughtful when I started crying. Ma came with me, so she asked all of the questions, including the awkward one about how redheads feel more pain and therefore need more juice. He acknowledged that yes, he often has to load up redheads more than the general population. Redheads, we get all the perks of life I tell ya.
*bangs head on desk*
I am VERY AFRAID of the big needles. I'm convinced I'll get some crazy staph infection or MRSA from the hospital. Stupid Things tend to happen to me, so I told the doctor I would probably be his first patient to lose control of her bowels with the epidural. I'm a magnet for body chaos.
I asked the doctor what kind of meds we could try instead. He gave me a sample of Lyrica, which I immediately came home and asked Dr. Google about. Oh, the side effects. I repeatedly saw the words "zombie" and "groggy" and "migraine headaches," which made me put the sample bottle in the drawer forEVER. Dr. Back Shot told me this was an anti-seizure medicine which is used to control back spasms. Uh huh. Forget it.
So now we're back to the shots. He told me they can work for two days, two weeks, two months, or two years. You don't know until you try it. (He's also had one because he has a back problem, which makes me trust him more, but still.) I WILL get "twilight sleep" before I get the shot, which is a bonus. If I can get myself to make the appointment. I'm still going to be
I DON'T WANNA!!!
I'm going to avoid thinking about back pain this weekend. That's all I've been thinking about for months, and it's time for a break. Maybe I'll actually drag myself out of the house and converse with some peers. I think it would be good for me. I'll talk to anyone about ANYTHING EXCEPT back shots or back pain or blown discs or the fact that my right hand is completely numb right now. I might have to hit up a watering hole. There are always fun conversations there.