Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Three Cheers for Surgery!
The surgery, it is scheduled. April 28th...or perhaps the week before. His PA said that he might move it up a week. Doesn’t matter to me. I told him he had from the 15th of April, until the end of the month. We have cheapie concert tickets (Better Than Ezra & Sister Havzel) on the 13th, and Leigh-Ann’s brother & wife and my cousins and their son will be here around the 10th of May, so I should be healed by then.
The Lortabs stopped working for me (4 weeks of not being able to take anything else because of the injections, left me with damned tolerance for them), so I got a new prescription of Combunox. I looked it up and it sounds better. I much prefer Advil with my narcotics over Tylenol. Tylenol never works for me. Plus, I asked him for a prescription for patches for my bladder - Oxytrol, until the surgery. He had no idea what Oxytrol was. I made them look it up and prescribe it. I won’t get any of the meds until Monday or Tuesday because Oxytrol is rare and Combunox is Sched II and they don’t have it. It’s a busy, probably pain inducing weekend, so I’ll be glad to get new meds at the end of it. Tomorrow we’re going to a Wrangler’s game with Helly and her fiancé, Alan, who I met through Nancy’s blog, and then the weekend is the Glass/Bead Expo. All of that ambling kills me. But, I only have to wait until Tuesday for higher strength meds.
I was warned that I could die, be paralyzed, lose bladder control, etc. Dying, that doesn’t bother me. He also said that the surgery might not work if the nerve is too damaged. I’m hoping that since I got a little relief from the first injection, there’s some hope of a successful surgery. He said, “Are you sure? You don’t want to just live with it?” No way. I can’t even grocery shop without pain at the end. At 41, I don’t want to “just live with it” because it’s making me grow out of my clothes. I can’t do any exercise because I can’t move after even picking weeds for five minutes. I must admit, I’m a tad excited about the physical therapy and exercise afterwards. I can’t wait to fit into my old clothes. Even my old fat clothes would make me happy for a while.
The price? Something I don’t even want to think about. I’ll call the day after I get the bill and make payment arrangements. I’ve already got a $6000 injection(s) bill here and a $400+ MRI bill. Fun, fun, fun.
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I told Helly to say hey, so I hope she did. It sounds like you guys had a great time - I hope you were able to totally enjoy it. I’m glad to hear the surgery is finally scheduled.
Nancy on 04/02 at 07:31 AM
