How about that!

Well, the CAT scan showed that I still have a backbone. More specifically, it showed that the hole in the vertebra (the foramen) where the nerve bunch diverts off to the arm and hand is narrowed by age related degeneration. As well, the disc is slightly herniated, putting more pressure on the nerve bunch. No other problems, thank goodness.

This isn’t disastrous, but it still hurts. I’ve been put on yet another medication which is specifically for nerve pain, but it takes a week or two to start working. It’s not working yet, but the early side effect is making you woozy and tired when you wake up in the morning, like feeling drunk in the pharmacist’s words. Yes, ma’am. It’s supposed to wear off, but until it does, I’m doin’ a lot of sleeping. Trouble is, I can’t find a painless position, so I’m taking Tramadol which makes me sleepy too! Only in early afternoon do I start to feel any energy.

I’ve been referred to an orthopaedic surgeon, who in the GP’s words, doesn’t believe in cutting if it’s possible to avoid it. Sounds good to me. We’ll see what he says, but there’s a waiting list. Meanwhile, I just have to keep takin’ the pills.

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The GP gave me a little poem yesterday about saying goodbye to your dog. It’s supposed to be a comfort, but it didn’t. Bloody hard.

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I’m onto my last IKEA assembly now of the current bunch of seven items. It’s a large cupboard unit with frameless glass doors. This is to compensate for the woefully inadequate kitchen cabinets I inherited.

I’ve got shelf space and storage now, at last.

I’m thinking that both spare bedrooms are just about ready to rent out if I want to. I wonder what it will be like.