So...about 20 years ago, I went through a bunch of tests...trying to get answers about my bones and joints.
Didn't really get any.
Kind of gave up on the whole process.
Fast forward to now...my eldest daughter seems to have inherited these crappy genes that add pain to our lives. I encourage her to go to the doctor...I think: Same issues...same pain...use the insurance, perhaps you'll get answers for both of us.
No such luck.
Then, add to this "lovely" physical crap...she has a messed up neck that causes her incredible pain.
To which, no real answers have come forth.
UNTIL...
The wee hours of Sunday morning, I get a phone call and she is just crying. She needs to go to the hospital...I am thinking, do I call someone and wake them up (to which the answer has now been given: yes...call me...wake me up...duly noted for the future...)...do I start driving now? I can get there by 7...
What to do...what to do...my kid is hurting...
I have some pathetic suggestions for her until one of her sisters can get her to the E.R.
And I pray.
Because it's the best I can do for right then. And I pray for her to cross paths with a doctor that day who will pay attention, who will take her serious, who will find a "fix" for her. Because this has gone on long enough, it's time to ease some of her physical issues.
Fast forward...she gets a weird doctor. But he pays attention. Doesn't blame her pain on sitting at a computer and send her home with two aspirins. She has an MRI (thank you insurance for covering most of that cost). And...we have an answer!
A disc in her neck is pinching some of the nerves in her spinal cord.
She gets good pain meds.
She gets doctor orders to stay home from work until the 1st. (which is causing her some stress...not a great time to not be at her desk taking care of stuff) She'll do her best to make sure the essentials are covered.
Her test results were sent to the neurosurgeon. He was supposed to be talking with the E.R. doctor man today...his office is supposed to be getting in touch with her...we'll then know more. Physical therapy? Surgery? Don't know yet...but we will.
And they will take care of my daughter.
And she will have less pain in her life.
And that will probably make her joint pains more tolerable.
I am happy. We like answers. We like pathways towards solutions.
I don't like that she's in pain...but I like that someone finally took her serious.
And I am looking forward to her video from the hospital...and yes, I will post it. Because then you will laugh. Because even when life sucks, we can put a good spin on SOMETHING.
I can't claim all the genetic background to that trait...
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It's great to put a spin on crap. Usually, after I rant about the crap, I can laugh at it. It must be genetic. :)
I hope she's ok.
I don't know exactly what you guys have, but, fyi, my wrists hurt often. Anything from cooking to doing my hair can cause them to hurt, and sometimes one hurts but not the other... the pain comes and goes so weirdly. My doc said something stupid about it like 'it's probably because you clench your fists at night when you sleep.' Yeah, ok. It sucks, but *shrug* The disc thing though.. eek! major ow!
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