The pain we feel lets us know we're alive...

Yesterday was my discogram and as odd as it sounds, we wanted bad news. Bad news meant that we finally know what direction to go in with my care.

As I'm lying on the table in the OR, he gives me one injection... Not too bad, just some pressure.

Same with the second.

Then he did another injection. That was when I instantly started to bawl my eyes out and apparently my heart rate spiked -- it was such an intense pain that it's unexplainable. The anesthesiologist even made me stay on the table for a little while until my heart rate went down.

I finally got to recovery where the doctor came to speak with my mom and I. The injection site that killed me was my L4,5 disc which we knew was bulging. Based on the pain felt he said that I would be a good candidate for disc replacement and gave me the name of a few surgeons he recommends. He told me this even before I had the CT done - which we are still waiting for the results of.

The 3 injection sites... lines from my shirt... and spots where
the doctor drew on me that I can't get off haha

The put the darn IV in my wrist... MY WRIST!?!

Luckily for me though, I have a wonderful support system including my neighbor who has been through similar experiences. I don't know what I'd do without this girl!

 

But in the meantime - while we're waiting for this all to happen - this is my life:

Where I spend all day and night.
Even with these 4 pillows, I still can't get comfortable because of the pain level.

She knows I'm hurting and has been snuggling all day.

Looks like I'll be missing out on St. Patty's Day this year

(unless someone wants to bring the party to me!)