A warming plate
Him: It’s like having a C-Section. Essentially, they cut you open from the front, remove all your insides and put it on a warming plate…
Me: A warming plate?!
Him: (nodding) A warming plate. Then then get to work on your spine. For me, it’s been lifechanging. I don’t even think about my back anymore.
Missed posting on Monday because it’s just been a bummer around here.
So, after a solid year of physical therapy, countless doctor’s visits, tons of medication, and – finally – that spinal epidural last week, I can say that there’s been zero improvement with my back whatsoever.
The thing about the shot is that it was/is the second-to-last option, with the last option being back surgery.
But even that gets complicated; a recent article that just came out late last month noted that about half of back surgeries didn’t do a thing.
And the surgery is no joke.
This past weekend, we went to hang out with the Surgeon and Steel and met a famous weatherman who had the back surgery.
He was one of the few people I know that had a successful one – pretty much everyone else has been struggling with back pain even after surgery.
It was disheartening, to say the least.
This was on top of the shot not doing a damn thing for me.
I’ve got a follow up with the shot doctor in about two weeks where he’ll give me some options but, so far, it’s not been encouraging.
On a positive note, however, my buddy is outta surgery, outta the ICU, and currently in a step-down unit before being discharged home.
Here’s to whatever small wins we can get, when we can get them.
Her: He had jello and a cup of tea before I left tonight.
Me: It’ll be a porterhouse and a glass of red in no time. Thanks for the update!
Location: a middle school, trying to figure out what to do
Mood: achy
Music: remind myself that I’m better than this (Spotify)
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