Carpal Tunnel...
What the HELL?
When I last left you, I had parked myself on the doorstep of non-other than Denis Leary look a like, Dr. Lawrence Murphy. And this is where I pick it back up.
Today I underwent a slightly uncomfortable nerve study. Yes, I was electrocuted (only slightly) and also poked with some crazy electronic needle that Dr. Murphy SWEARS was sterile and only used on me. Thank GOD I'm not Russian. Otherwise I probably would have run outta that office screaming my head off at that...(And really? small poke my ass.) And from all that shocking and sticking, he uncovered that I have carpal tunnel in both my hands.
Color me disbelieving. "Uh-uh", was my response to that diagnosis. (I know...I sound so educated in these appointments, don't I?) However, Dr. Murphy in his un-Leary-like patience told me that basically, I got it. He also readily admits that while this is only one diagnosis, it may not completely answer what is going on with everything else. So, I look at it like this: This is either the cause OR I have just one more stupid thing to contend with.
On the one hand (ha-ha!) I kinda do hope it is carpal tunnel, because that shit goes away over time- all without the aid of medication. And, the good Dr. M prescribed some OT to help me out.
On the other hand, my left arm is still swollen and my left boob hurts- like: been-dragged-around-on-hot-pavement-by-the-nipple, kind of hurt. And somehow, while I didn't go to medical school, I suspect it's not carpal tunnel of the boob. Just sayin'. And besides how on earth would I get THAT? Overuse of my boob? Really? At this time, their role is pretty limited to entertainment activities and fitting in my clothes. Though, what that left one does while I'm asleep is a mystery...
At the end of my appointment, I found myself face-to-face with the lovely "Patient Care Coordinator" with the wicked sense of humor: Shawntel Roberts, MA. In nano-seconds, she had me laughing - AGAIN and getting my dumb ass scheduled for OT ("No see, OT isn't PT. PT is where you gotta bend and do stuff like that.") I swear to GOD she needs a pay increase. I'll see who I can talk to about that...
Even though we laughed, we still managed to get our "work" done. I'm scheduled for my first OT appointment on September 23. I know...that's a million years from now. However, since I'm not a big believer in the diagnosis, I figured what's the rush to find out no matter how much squeezing of clay or some other substance, my left arm will remain swollen and my boob will still feel like it is on fire?
Seriously.
Now tomorrow is another story all together- for that is the day I go see the voodoo witch doctors over at that "alternative healing" place- Bastyr. The plan is to meet up with one of their specialists to find out what sorta roots, berries, chakra alignment and interpretive dance I should be incorporating into my life to boost the ol immune system. It kinda took a beating with all that cancer business. And well, I get sick. Often. And it lasts far too long for my comfort level.
I can already tell this is gonna be a unique experience as this appointment is scheduled to take two hours. All I can say is I really hope to Hell I like this Dr. Hibbs fellow. That's a lot of time for me to spend with anyone these days.
And well, like or dislike, I'll be sure to share that experience with you soon.
