Well good morning horrid stiff dull pain. I was expecting you. The exhaustion on the other hand I was silly enough to not plan for. So noted. Lesson learned.
Yesterday I started the three weeks of decompression therapy I have committed to with my Chiro. It is the final attempt to move my right SI joint and L5 disk back in place before surgery. The surgery I am NOT NOT NOT having. Have I explained this to you?
I have Fibromyalgia, MRSA & PTSD. I fell in the rain and landed hard on my left hip almost a year ago. I knocked both SI joints out and ruptured L5 disk. That is the lowest disk in your back. I didn’t realize I had damaged the disk until by December I could barely sit on a soft seat and a hard chair was out of the question. I had swelling just over the crack of my ass that looked like a small potato under my skin. I could feel something pulse against the back of any chair including my drivers seat in my vehicle. I began to experience numbness down my legs and pain that required me to lift my leg with my hands to set it on my parking break. I realized that I spent every waking moment trying to numb pain or drug myself to sleep. I called my primary and she ordered me to go to an ER immediately.
When you have chronic pain, an order to the ER is like being handed a box that weighs 50+pnds and being told to carry it up a hill without complaint. And the pain will not only not leave but most likely go up when your stress level rises. I called and bitched to a couple of people and then drove myself to the ER. As I parked I knew, having been to this ER multiple times a few years back when a friend went through Gallbladder hell, that I had a 50/50 chance of getting a doctor with compassion -vs- an arrogant ass who would treat me like a hysterical female looking for pain meds. I hoped with all my exhausted might that I did not get the same young male doctor whom I had snapped off the head of and removed my best friend from his care.
I got a bitch who could not have been more pissed that my doctor sent me to her ER. They were busy. I was placed in a room and asked at least five times if I was losing control of my bladder or bowels. The last nurse who asked I replied “I don’t know how many times I have to say No before you stop asking me that” or something close to that. That produce Dr. Pissy Bitch in my room with an attitude. She informed me how busy they were and they were trying to figure out what exactly it was I wanted them to do for me. Awesome….. I am wasting her time and yet if I disobey my doctor I know what the result will be. I take a huge deep breath in and let it out while maintaining eye contact. It is all I can do not to bite her head off. I repeat to her the symptoms I am having and that when I called my doctor she told me to please go to the closest ER to be examined and be prepared for an MRI. I told her that I had advised what ER I was driving to and she had approved because your hospital has MRI on site and if my doctor had not called ahead I would be happy to get my doctor on my cell for her. I had blood drawn and was asked for a urine sample. I sat in that bed for four hours with a nurse popping every 30mins or so to ask if I was OK. Doctor super cunt returned to advise that they were very busy and she had no reason to order an emergency MRI but my blood and urine were clean so did I want some pain meds she asked finally looking up from my chart and speaking with obligatory tone. “No I do not. I only allow my primary doctor to prescribe me any medication. I came here because she order me to. I did not want to waste my time here either. I own a business and just lost another days pay to whatever this is.” I was off the bed by now. I turned and raised the gown to show her what she had not even asked to see. She advised that it was still not a reason for an emergency MRI. I thanked her for her time and told her I was leaving as I began to get dressed. I fought back tears as I dressed. A nurse discharged me and I walked out mortified and fighting rage.
I see the #1 spine and joint doctor in the state of WA. He is head of “whatever” at the University of Washington. He has treated my hips and knee injuries over the years. He knows who I am and speaks directly and honestly with me. I called and left a message describing what was happening and asked to be seen immediately. I got a call from his nurse saying Dr. S wants to see you right away and to meet him at his office the next morning. I could not sit on the chair in the treatment room. I was frustrated as I described the day before. He shook his head and told us he was shocked they had not given me an MRI and apologized for how I was treated. He told me I should just call him from now on. He ordered an emergency open MRI and gave me something to calm me down for the MRI. He told me he needed me to be rock solid still for him to get a good image. I had the MRI.
Dr. S’s nurse called me the next day late in the afternoon. She advised that Dr. S said to schedule me for guided injections and he would talk to me at that time. I was scheduled for the injections the following Friday. My son drove me and went to the pre-op room to meet Dr. S.. Guided injections are exactly what it sounds like. I am given some medication to relax me. I lay on a table in a sterile room. There is an x-ray machine above me that takes a picture every few seconds. I don’t honestly know how often it takes the image. The images are used to guide the needles directly to the injured area. As fast as the needle hits the injury there is a split second of sharp pain. Then the steroids are injected and the needle is removed. It is not a long procedure but a very delicate one. You must be still. The first pricks of needles are the locals to let the doctor inject the longer needle so far down. I had these shots in my hips years ago. I knew what was going to happen. But this time I was ass up and had a bulge over the crack of my ass. Which is exactly where he was going.
Dr. S came in and advised that L5 was ruptured. Squashed like a jelly donut and it’s really bad he said. He explained that this was his last step before open back surgery. He told me that he wanted me to go home and sit for six to nine months no matter how much better I felt. I should not bend over and twist. The injection went in with zero issue. A week later the swelling went down. The pain became somewhat manageable but did not leave.
My friends begged me to see a chiropractor and try Decompression therapy. Decompression therapy is being strapped to table and then slightly inverted. 30pnds of reverse pressure is applied and the table opens up below the injured disk. The treatment is to allow the disk to slide back into place. My friends who had the treatment felt no pain during the treatment or the days after. I feel like I got hit in the back with a baseball bat. Even my abs are sore. Fibromyalgia absolutely sucks ass. I started waking at 3AM with tight clenching breath taking pain. I talked about my options with my closest friends and family. My Chiro told me he knows the pain comes from the Fibro and his other patients with Fibro have faced the same choice. He asked for three weeks of consistent treatment. he said in that time he will know if we are having an effect. I am choosing to give him that three weeks. I started yesterday.