Well, my MRI showed no damage to my rotator cuff. No adhesions, either. So, I got a cortisone shot that really didn't do any good, and physical therapy.
I won't lie, I'm disheartened. And I really don't want more physical therapy. I know it does good, but I tried that before the MRI and nothing.
It's not like I was hoping for a rotator cuff injury. BUT, it would have been an answer. And now I still have plenty of pain (and the cortisone didn't do a damned thing), and no answer as to why.
This is what I hate about the whole diagnostic process. I hate chasing problems and receiving no answer. Is this it, then? We don't know, so just suck it up and deal with the pain? I don't love that solution. I don't want to take anti-inflammatories every day, and I'm not comfy with just never using my arm again. I'm only 37! That's a lot of time left to be unable to do anything with my left arm at all!
I don't know what's next. I'll go see the doctor again in June, and we'll see. Whatever.
I did get my eyes checked and my prescription is worse, but NO retinopathy, and the cotton wool spots I had back when I was pregnant with my youngest are unchanged. So there's that. I took the little monsters in to get their eyes checked and surprise, surprise, both need glasses. Thing 2 has a lazy eye and Thing 1 needs BIFOCALS, for shit's sake.
I can't handle my life any more. I really can't.
Some tunnels have no light at the end...
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