I had a message on my answering machine last night that I didn’t hear until 1AM when I thought of it. It was the clinic calling me to remind me that today I was scheduled for another epidural at 8:40AM.
The doc (we’ll call him Dr. 10.0) had said if I didn’t get good results with the last epidural to contact the doc I saw two days ago, Dr. Sawbones.
Doc Sawbones had said he wouldn’t cut on me and that it was soft-tissue damage and referred pain. Ok, fine. Back to square one.
This morning I went to Dr. 10.0’s practice and apologized because I thought the referral kind of canceled the procedure and I didn’t have plans or a driver for today – and I mentioned that I don’t think another epidural will do a lick of good.
Doc 10.0 asks me how the consult he ordered went (with Dr. Sawbones). I told him what Dr. Sawbones had diagnosed and partway through Dr. 10.0 was shaking his head.
“No, no, I’ve looked at your MRI’s and seen the herniated discs, I know the pain you’re in, I know the numbness in your hand and pain in your shoulder, arm, and hand. No. I’m going to send you to a neurosurgeon at the UofM, Dr. Nutt, and when you see him make sure he knows this is not a consult, that I’m sending you to him because I feel you need a surgical solution and he is the best. Okay?”
Well, if ever I needed proof positive that the doc truly believes there’s something wrong other than “he’s a malingerer and looking for pills” assessment. Burning numb fingers that don’t type correctly 50% of the time, crippling headaches, intense aches in the neck, and stabbing pains in the neck all seem kind of wrong to me. Maybe I’m over-reacting.
So I’m off to see Dr. Nutt sometime in the near future. He’s probably sharpening his chainsaw in anticipation. No, I still don’t want surgery but at least this offers hope of repair rather than acceptance of failure and lots of crappy compromise.