As is apparent, I survived my doctor appointment yesterday. I had some mixed feelings about it, and needed time to process, but on the whole, I think I’m much better today. Emotionally. Physically, too. Let’s start at the very beginning where my happy alarm goes off at 6:00 am, my husband brings me coffee, and I start to look dazed.
First thing I grab my medication. The second thing I do in the morning when I have time is vape. I wasn’t going to have time today, so I should have used my marijuana oil. Vaping takes an hour and a half, start to finish. My therapist keeps nagging me because she thinks that’s too long for medicine to be consumed, it should go faster. Nagging me- she mentioned it twice. It still bugs me. I can’t control this. I didn’t remember my other medication – the marijuana oil – until we were partway there, but perhaps it helped with my sensitivity? Showing them how sensitive I truly am? I don’t know, I probably just screwed myself.
We dropped my son off at school, and proceeded to the hospital where we hung out. The doctor was only a half hour late, but we were treated to a bevy of overly perfumed women (really, don’t wear perfume in a hospital, it doesn’t matter when last you bathed) dramatically emphasizing how they were in the most pain of anybody! So Loud! I felt sorry for each woman in their own way. Each needed something they weren’t getting. And then I looked around and felt sorry for all of us, as I realized everybody had something they weren’t getting. And then the doctor called us in.
New, young, gorgeous, doctor this time. She had read all three volumes of my file and asked for update on the situation. We told her about the head pain. The neck pain, nausea, dizziness, having to lie down. The stomach pain. Just on the surface of the stomach. Did I throw a cyst recently? My pubic bone. My hands hurt, my joints hurt, my knees hurt, Things are not going well.
We discussed the effect of the pain, how it feels, quite in-depth. She wanted to examine me. This was going to be the toughest part.
I changed into my formal hospital wear, and my husband held my hands as she did a surprisingly gentle upper abdominal and lower abdominal palpitation exam. I didn’t scream, only major flinching around my lower right quadrant. It was incredibly sore. She did back off right away. It didn’t hurt so much then, but ten minutes later was …wow!
On to the pelvic. She did some sensitivity testing around my ladybits, and a modified pelvic exam. I’m usually screaming during pelvic exams, but there was no speculum involved. She said I was something that amounts to ‘not letting the horse into the barn’ (my words) and I should probably get back to pelvic therapy. I was teasing my husband that she was trying to tell me I was frigid, but he didn’t know what that meant. I had to explain. Cute.
Naturally, by this time, I’m not feeling too fantastic. We start talking about the weird headaches I was having. My husband volunteers that it was like I have these vertebrae sticking out, and she goes to touch them..
This send a searing shock of pain up through my neck, up to my head and I cry out in pain. I think I scared everyone, including myself. The doctor runs out of the room, embarrassed, leaving me to get it together. I’m scream-crying, trying to hold on until the initial shock of having the top of my head blown off subsides.
I finally calm, husband helps me get dressed, and we wait.
The doctor comes back, apologizing, but saying the demonstration really helped. Even though she’s sorry.
After some back and forth with the Old doctor, where he threatens to cut my medicine down, because I’m on an awful lot, and sometimes too much isn’t good either, which feels like the new ‘lose weight’. I’m not on THAT much medication, and I adjust accordingly. I wish he’d discuss it with me. My husband is dismissive of this comment, but I am not. I feel like it’s a warning, but I’m just a paranoid girl.
I feel like he’s saying “if you bother me too much, you’re getting less medication”. Which is insulting, because hello, not a drugseeker, and we haven’t even discussed the problem yet. Fer chrissakes. It especially rankles me because I’ve been sucking it up for most of my life, pretending I’m okay, pretending I can get by, pretending it doesn’t hurt as much as it does.
After that bombshell, I just kept a straight face, and he continued his best recommendation was to continue on with the Botox treatment as planned, because it does so well for such a large part of me, we will try for a referral to a person who may do nerve blocks or x-rays of my c-spine to deal with the headaches. In the meantime, he is prescribing a compounded cream for my headaches that he said he thinks might help. I can’t remember what’s in it, but one of the things is ketamine. He said I could probably use it other places, too. Last night I was thinking about my abdomen. The pain is about an inch deep, if that. This may be perfect. Here’s hoping! It would be nice to not have to take something that has to traverse my system to work. (I know this enters my bloodstream, but it doesn’t need to go to the edges of the skin to be where it needs to be? But the brain… yeah, right, it’s been a long week)
So, we are just waiting for the magical compound to show up. I don’t know how my hair is going to like it, but thank God for Olaplex.
The more I think about his recommendations, the more I think he is right, and I think he made good suggestions and I see how they are beneficial and applicable. The cream may be just the thing on my abdomen, as the pain only goes about a half an inch down, I’m excited to try.
We had briefly spoken about referrals to specialists, but in light of the EDS clinic referral, which is underway, I don’t know what will come of that. Does it make more sense, if that is imminent, to see their in-house people?
My memory is improving ever so slightly. I feel like I’m at least over whatever cold or flu thing I had. I feel so much better than I did!
I spent the rest of the afternoon just flaking out and surfing the Internet and trying to stay comfortable. This morning was pretty much back to normal.
Have a great day, Zebras! 😘
PS. Just FYI, the reason I don’t use my family’s names in my blog is simple. I thought it might be too confusing for someone coming in in the middle to figure out which one was the husband, the son, or the daughter. I thought this would be simpler. Also, it gives them some anonymity when we go viral. 😁 I may slip up occasionally. It’s not a tragedy to me. We aren’t in hiding.