Okay, it occurred to me that I have been out of contact for the month of March. This can be easily explained: I fell again. Yes, I am a Klutz. Apparently I passed this gene onto my children because both of my children also took tumbles down the stairs. BJ ripped down a baby gate to fall, but thankfully he was only bruised with a minor concussion. MM was goofing around getting her PJs on near the top of the stairs and slipped down the steps a week before.
So let me set the scene:
MM has already fallen down the upstairs steps making me nervous about the baby climbing them all the time because when she fell, BJ was about three steps up when she came down, so she brought him down too. I went out and got two baby gates to try to prevent BJ from getting up the steps. So, I had a gate on the stairs going up and the stairs going down to the basement when I fell.
The day I fell, I had finally gone to the doctors to have my shoulder looked at from the fall I took last year; he ordered xrays. I got those xrays done, went to the store for a few groceries and headed home. I asked Andy to move the baby gate from the stairs going to the basement so that I could carry some things to the freezer in the basement. I took one step and went down the entire flight of stairs. Soooo, I had to go back to get more xrays because the ones I just had done (seriously, like 2 hours before) were no longer going to cut it.
I went my merry way, waiting for the next procedure to find out what I had done to my neck and shoulder during the fall. However, I was not allowed to only add three new gray hairs from my fall, my son decided that I needed about 300 more. Three days after my less than graceful descent to the basement, BJ decided to rip down the baby gate and went head over heels down the steps. Andy called me while I was at work and I met him at urgent care. I am sure the attendants were wondering what was going on at my house since they remembered seeing me the Monday before. In fact, one of my students said that the police were going to show up at my house and question us about all the accidents; a similar comment was made by one of my co-workers. Luckily, we had no visits. Seriously, how can you defend against someone thinking that? To say that I am scared of going into my basement or having BJ any where near those steps is an understatement.
Anyway, after I got the new xrays, I had a nerve conductivity test done to make sure the pain I was experiencing was not the nerve in my neck being pinched. Thankfully it is not the nerve, but the doctor informed me that I will need to have carpal tunnel surgery in my future. He recommended a brace for my left hand, and it has helped. I have been using a brace and sling off and on since Feb. 21st because my left side has been uncomfortable and that combo makes the pain less noticeable. The hard core pain killers the doctor prescribed made me extremely ill, so I now know I do not have to worry about becoming addicted to pain killers; there goes my bid to be on a reality show!
After two weeks, I was finally given the ok by my insurance to have an MRI so they could see what muscular damage I could have done. Which leads me to the MRI. If you have had one, you will understand what I am about to describe. I had to lay still in a strange position and then go into a tube in which I was so confined that when I breathed, I could feel my breath on my face after it hit the tube's roof just over my face. I had to stop the process half way through because my back started to spasm from the odd position I was in; that and the increased feeling of claustrophobic. I repositioned myself, put a washcloth over my eyes, put my right arm over my head, and persevered for another 20 minutes. Did I mention the machine made a noise that is best described as a jackhammer? Doesn't that sound like a fun time?
"Hey, what did you do at 6:45 am on a Saturday?"
" I voluntarily laid in a crazy position, got stuffed into a tube and listened to a jackhammer for 45 minutes."
Good times.
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