I'd be so happy if you'd all go to the modern dog magazine page and vote for my photo of Aidan and Lucky in the "cutest couple" category!
Their photo is on the left side, 1st one, row 9
Sometimes I Want to Sigh
There’s always something odd about intelligent people not
having, how can I put this-organizational skills.
This week I went to a follow-up appointment with one of my
pain management “team”. I really like my
doctor and the physician’s assistant but this exchange actually took place:
PA: So how’s the shoulder doing?
ME: It took 2 weeks
but I finally stopped blacking out from the spasms every time I moved my
arm. Now the spasms are less, but they
are of the “rolling” kind. When I move
in a certain way the familiar stab happens and then it continues to roll down
my arm ending at my hand. I have to use
my Lamaze breathing techniques to get through it. Plus the pain is still going up through my
neck and up the back of my head. No one
has done anything about my left knee AND my lower back is starting to slip back
into that horrible place of not being able to either sit or stand comfortably.
PA: Let’s look at
that MRI report. Okay-have you seen the
ME: Yes he and Dr. Turley see no need for surgery. I wasn’t eligible for a study the surgeon was
doing but no one has told me anything since my appointment a month ago.
PA: (in exasperated shock) What do you mean no surgery? You have a 12 mm area of fraying, edema and
besides the obvious impingement-it’s encapsulated! You need that shoulder cleaned up and the
scar tissue removed! That should have
been done after 6 months-not still living with this after 15 months!
ME: Listen, both
doctors seem to agree that I didn’t need surgery. I’d love for something to be done so I could
stop having spasms and chronic severe pain.
PA: I’ll talk to
Turley about this-you call the surgeon and have him send the report to us. He should see you!
I went home and did as told.
The surgeon’s PA said, “Oh my, someone was supposed to call you-we
dropped the ball here. Come in tomorrow. As for sending the report-here’s our fax
number, have the doctor send a requisition for release of the file.”
Called the Pain Management office and she had no idea why
the report wasn’t just sent since they were the referring physician. “Since you’re seeing him tomorrow-please sign
a release form and then they’ll send it and I’ll make sure the doctor and the
PA see the file. I’m so sorry-this
shouldn’t have happened.”
It seems all I really got out of this week’s appointment was
half a day’s worth of phone calls to make and the uneasy feeling that my
shoulder is not going to be better anytime in the near future.
My trip to the surgeon only secured that uneasy thought.