I'm so sorry, meara.
Our NYE was very low-key with friends, which is exactly what we needed. Except for the part where after we got home my body decided to betray me with horrible acid reflux, which somehow restarted all of the side effects of my recent COVID vax. Not how I wanted to spend New Year's Day.
Did I mention my team went through a reorg? We did, right before the holidays, and it's actually a very good one. I'm no longer a manager, but have been moved laterally to a content architect -type position, which I'm really excited about. But then on the 2nd, my company laid off 140 people. My job is still safe, but two of the writers on the team were let go. I'm going to update my resume, just in case.
Cereal: Today I go for the first three of five MRIs of my back and hips so there's a whole bunch of information to provide to the back specialist I've got a referral for. When I go see them, I'm going to outline all of the things I've already done for my previous diagnosis of spinal stenosis, no I don't want to try the steroid shots, can we please just move on to the laparoscopic outpatient surgery option?
Cereal: Today I go for the first three of five MRIs of my back and hips so there's a whole bunch of information to provide to the back specialist I've got a referral for. When I go see them, I'm going to outline all of the things I've already done for my previous diagnosis of spinal stenosis, no I don't want to try the steroid shots, can we please just move on to the laparoscopic outpatient surgery option?
I vote for surgical repair, with added cybernetic enhancements.
Today I go for the first three of five MRIs of my back and hips
My hip MRI is tomorrow; MRI solidarity!
We've all known each other long enough that we've gone from posting about corsets to posting about MRIs, and I think that's beautiful.
I find it annoying and very slightly amusing that laying in the MRI tube for 40 minutes made my back spasm. Mmmmmmm, lidocaine patches, my beloved.
Whoever invented lidocaine patches should be canonized. Whether they are Catholic or not. This stuff deserves a St. prefix.
I had the MRI of my hip at 7 this morning and the results by 8:15. In layman’s terms, the results are HOLY SHIT THAT IS FUCKED UP.
Okay, there’s significant cartilage damage and for sure a labral tear with a paralabral cyst full of synovial fluid. Next step is to get in with an orthopedic surgeon who specializes in hip preservation (ie, arthroscopic repair rather than full joint replacement).
There is such a sense of relief in having diagnostic confirmation that there's a for-real problem that needs intervention, and I'm not just whining about a minor thing.
