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!!!!!!!!
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.
It's part of the story.