And then he stabbed a rather large needle in my spine…

Having a needle inserted into your spine is a strange sensation….

So here is what I hope is the Finale of “The Medical People Odyssey”

Medical person #4: The Rehab Doctor….Had my appointment with him on Wednesday. I wasn’t necessarily impressed with his demeanor, he’s one of those people that’s looking everywhere but AT YOU when talking to YOU. But, he came highly recommended so I didn’t throw his life sized spine model at him. We talked about my little herniation problem which he thankfully assured me was NOT surgical. Yay! He explained that the bulge was fairly small and if it were located further down my spine in the lumbar area it probably wouldn’t be causing me any problems, it was only because it was in the thoracic area where the bones are smaller and closer together that it was a concern. So he suggested treating it with steroid injections…

Like with  a needle…

In my spine…

**gulp**

Cue music from "Psycho".....

And it just so happened, he had an opening at 7:15 yesterday morning. Lucky me….

So Hubs drove me to the beautifully decorated Blacks Hills Surgical Center for my injection…Let me just say, if you have to have a needle shoved into your spine, this is the place to do it. They treat you like royalty, whether you are the patient or just the person there to help the patient. An impressive assortment of beverages, muffins, cookies, danishes, help yourself to whatever you’d like. I was too nervous to eat, but Hubby reported that the muffins were pretty darn tasty….

A sweet little nurse escorted me to the prep area, where she takes all my vitals, to confirm that I am in fact, alive. Offered me a warm blankie if I’m chilly, which, thanks to the rapid approach of menopause I never am. I. AM. HOT. ALWAYS….but it was a nice gesture. Then comes the remarkable joy of hooking up an IV for me. I have teensy, tiny, practically nonexistent veins. Here’s the good part though: she looks, peering intently at both my arms and hands and wholeheartedly agreed that indeed, I have crazy small veins. Told ya so….rather than try unsuccessfully to find one numerous times, she goes to get the lady that apparently is their Yoda of veins. She comes in, assesses the situation, murmurs Hmmmmm….and ahhummmmm alot and then says “Ok, here we go”. I focused on the Hippa policy sheet they’d given me and then Wahla, she’s done! The woman should be sainted….

Off to the procedure room we go. I’m concentrating on fluffy bunnies and decadent chocolate truffles, that amazing pistachio pasta dish I had in Sicily, rainbows and moonbeams, Thor, meadows, anything but where we’re going and what is going to happen  when we get there….

As I’m lying face down on the table, the Dr. explains the procedure to me while the nurse disinfects my back with water from a glacier. I’m truly not hearing him, I’m focusing on making the sound of his voice sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher, cuz the less I know about the procedure, the less vivid my mental picture of THAT NEEDLE will be….

You know how the Dr’s whack you with that rubber hammer in the knee to test your reflexes? And your leg jumps involuntarily? That’s what happened when he inserted that needle. Except it was the whole left side of my torso that jumped, and then continued to jerk and spasm until he was done. It was the single most strange sensation I’ve ever felt in my life….I really hope this one does the trick ‘cuz I don’t want to repeat the experience.

BUT….as they wheel me back to the prep room, the nurse was asking if I’d like a beverage (lists all the large variety of beverages they have) I decide on a coffee (duh) with cream and then she lists all the flavors of creamer they have. I choose hazelnut. She then offers me a snack (lists the dazzling area of edible treats they offer) I pass, cuz I’m feeling kinda woozy. She gets me comfy in the recliner with an ice pack on the insertion site and scampers off to do my bidding…Love that. I want a scampering minion to do my bidding all the time, not just when I’ve been tortured…

After the requisite amount of time on the ice pack, they take my vitals again, to make sure I’m still alive, help me change out of the lovely surgical gown and we go over my post procedure instructions. Take it easy. No exertion. Ice for 15 minutes every hour. Lying down is better than sitting up for the first 4 hours. No heat to the insertion site whatsoever for 24 hours. Gotcha. Lay on an icepack on my big ass for the rest of today. Done…

Oh, and they gave me a box of chocolate truffles as they took me out to the waiting room….Because they want me to feel better….

Because I was such a good girl and didn’t try to stab anybody, Hubs drove me thru Starbucks for a Chai latte. Chocolate truffles and Chai….Go me!

And now I’m following instructions, reclining in my bed. Confident that typing is not too much exertion….

They said it will take a couple of days for the medicine they injected to really take effect. So I’ll keep taking my pain meds and soldier on. Our 12th Anniversary is this weekend so Hubs and I are going to Deadwood for a little get-a-way. Staying Friday night at the infamous Hickok’s hotel, eating at an expensive restaurant, doing a little gambling. The Northern Hills are getting some fresh snow as we speak so on Saturday going for a snowmobile ride (which the Dr said was ok). We rented a 2 seater snowmobile, so Hubs will drive the thing and I’ll just hang off the back snap, snap, snapping pictures. It’s a much needed little trip and we’re really looking forward to it….

Let me just say THANK YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH for all the well wishes and prayers from you Peeps. Your concern makes my heart smile…To fully express how touching the warm wishes for a fast recovery were, I’m sharing a very personal photo of myself…

I really feel we'll be even closer now that you've seen another side of me....

Sorry, did that not make up for the scary Dr. picture?? Ok, then here’s another one sure to make YOUR hearts smile…

 

Thank you!

Enjoy your weekend, and look for snowy mountain photos coming soon!

🙂

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6 thoughts on “And then he stabbed a rather large needle in my spine…

  1. They gave you chocolate truffles after stabbing you in the spine?!? Holy SHIT! I’d *almost* volunteer to get stabbed in the spine for that. (I am seriously glad that you got treatment and I hope it takes care of the problem beautifully and permanently.)
    The picture you shared….ah, the picture. Words cannot express how it made my heart melt to see you in all your glory….although paper towels are necessary to clean up all the Diet Pepsi I spewed all over my desk… Those *are* fuzzy socks you’re wearing, right?

  2. Well, I think it’s only fair that you get to “stab” the doctor after he “stabbed” you!

    Aren’t husbands the bomb when they take us to Starbucks! Mine doesn’t “speak” Starbucks but he will buy me my drinks.

    Oh Happy Anniversary! I’m SO jealous that you are gambling this weekend. I hope you win-win-win! (not too jealous though, because I’m going to my parents’ house and getting spoiled rotten. It’s MY little vacation for ME!)

    P.S. Grammy, you have such a cute bummie.

  3. Ouch! No amount of truffles would get me to volunteer for something like this! You poor baby! Lots of positive vibes and heavy duty prayers are aimed your way doll, in the hope that your first injection will be the only one needed! I thought my knee injection was bad!

    Feel better quickly Lori! And enjoy what sounds like a fabulous weekend!

    Many hugs 🙂

    • Thanks Bubbe!! So far so good with my back, seems to be some improvement after 3 days, all digits crossed including my toes which are kinda cramping…maybe crossing fingers is enough…:)

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