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Feb. 26th, 2013 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichSaw the Neurosurgeon (and oh, what a long wait - 4:15 appointment, "be there by 4:00". Saw the doctor at 6:15 that night. ARG.)
I do not have spinal stenosis.
Did you read that?
Do. Not. Have. Spinal. Problems. Of. Any. Kind.
In fact, it looks great in there. Nerves are just fine, opening around spinal cord is 'roomy', the X-rays were deceptive but the MRI makes it clear that everything is fine. He had a grin on his face as he reviewed the work he'd done ten years ago, which looks picture-perfect in its healing.
The next stop is a vascular specialist.
In other words, "we know something is going on, but we don't know what is causing it." I cried most of the way home, which confused the heck out of Bossman, who was thrilled to hear that my back was fine and thought I should be too. Well, I was, after a little while, after I adjusted from thinking that the first diagnosis was correct and believing that I had a handle on what would need to be done to address it. Now it's all back to the drawing board and I'm not to go off crazy and start walking around for hours or do anything that I haven't been doing - it's wait for the new doctor and the ultrasound studies first.
But I do get PT out of it. I asked Bossman on the way home, "Why am I getting PT when we don't know what it is supposed to address?" He didn't have any idea more than I did, but what the heck - maybe I can get them to help me be able to pedal a bike... that would rock.
I do not have spinal stenosis.
Did you read that?
Do. Not. Have. Spinal. Problems. Of. Any. Kind.
In fact, it looks great in there. Nerves are just fine, opening around spinal cord is 'roomy', the X-rays were deceptive but the MRI makes it clear that everything is fine. He had a grin on his face as he reviewed the work he'd done ten years ago, which looks picture-perfect in its healing.
The next stop is a vascular specialist.
In other words, "we know something is going on, but we don't know what is causing it." I cried most of the way home, which confused the heck out of Bossman, who was thrilled to hear that my back was fine and thought I should be too. Well, I was, after a little while, after I adjusted from thinking that the first diagnosis was correct and believing that I had a handle on what would need to be done to address it. Now it's all back to the drawing board and I'm not to go off crazy and start walking around for hours or do anything that I haven't been doing - it's wait for the new doctor and the ultrasound studies first.
But I do get PT out of it. I asked Bossman on the way home, "Why am I getting PT when we don't know what it is supposed to address?" He didn't have any idea more than I did, but what the heck - maybe I can get them to help me be able to pedal a bike... that would rock.
