So, I saw that neurosurgeon today - you know, just to get a second opinion about the herniated disc thing. He did all sorts of interesting tests on me. Emma was in the room and she winced a couple of times, but I reassured her that getting your reflexes tested doesn't hurt.
I had really expected to go in there and kind of have a "it's-no-big-deal" kind of appointment. A "yup, you have a little bulge in that disc" kind of appointment.
Instead, he discovered a pretty significant difference in muscle strength between my right/dominant side and my left side. And it isn't the normal kind of difference. My dominant side is actually quite a bit weaker.
So, guess what? Remember how I got to have an MRI? I get to have another one! Yay!
(I hope you are sharp enough to catch the sarcasm)
Wake-up Playlist: How to Save a Life, The Fray
Daily Bliss: a gorgeous, cotton-candy, cloudy sunrise
6 comments:
Bum. Mer. Really. I'm sorry.
Oh.No. I'm so sorry. I'm praying that you catch a break *really* soon.
:( I'm sorry. That's no fun.
There should be drugs to knock you out for those things!! Of course, I said the same thing about why I didn't have babies - could I be knocked out for 6 weeks???
Claiborne, you say it like it is! Close your eyes and don't open them until you are done. Then tell your stable husband you want a nice dinner to calm your nerves.
Poo, with a capital "P"!! Sorry that you're having to go through the MRI again. Be sure to treat yourself to something nice afterwards....you deserve it!
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