Anybody need a tube?

 I have had a great weekend and a horrible weekend. 

Back spasms have been introduced to my life and they radiate down my legs. I'm useless to do anything and am left whimpering like a cat, with tears streaming down my face. 

4am was my bed time the other night. It was only then that the pain was starting to subside. 

Back X-ray didn't show anything serious, so we are assuming its purely a muscle issue. 

I need to stop sitting on my bed to work. Hunch back I will be.  

Today I had more awesome visitors. Lindsay brought me a tall blonde (Starbucks) this morning. I had just buttered my toast when a porter came to take me to X-ray. Sweet sweet timing. But dude was cool. Except for all the drug talk. And I don't mean my drugs. 

I saw a fabulous doctor on the way. She told me she was coming to rip out my feeding tube!! I fell in love with her that second. 

I had to go for xray first. I had all intentions to eat breakfast when I came back, however all I could think about was the damn tube. And the fact that it would burn the hell out of me as she yanked it out. 

I was giving pain and anxiety meds. 

I was ready. Eye of the tiger, right Katy?

*god that song drives me bonkers*

Brad held my hand while Lindsay watched, her eyes full of concern. 

I was so worked up.  So scared. It was ridiculous. 

She approached. Took out the tool required to yank it out. Told me it would hurt. Bent down...

2 seconds later. 

That was it?

Oh MY GoD!!!!!  Feeding tube free suckers!!!!!!!!

Amazing!!!!!! 

Tube freeeeeeeeeeeee!

Tube

Tube free - black hole. 

I've been told it'll close in a couple of days. 

I've been waiting a year for this. It feels so surreal. 

I still have does of these meds screeching around my body. Maybe I shouldn't have posted that. 

Oh well. 

It's part of the story. 

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