Hi all. I know I've been a bit scarce around here. Therapy is going fairly well once we got past the whole definition of "manipulation". My T is very good and he rarely ever does anything without a good reason and giving it some thought. He has been kind and understanding during my kicking and screaming while at the same time I'm trying to move closer to him.
A few weeks ago I sat in his office and looked at him and told him I needed to tell him how I felt about him. I told him that if something bad happened to him I didn't want any regrets and if something happened to me I didn't want him to wonder so I told him that I loved him. That it was important for me to tell him that. He thanked me for telling him and said it was a wonderful gift that I gave him. He didn't seem uncomfortable and he actually seemed to already know it, but wanted me to say it out loud. It felt good to say it to him and I felt lighter after getting it out there. It was actually more difficult to keep hiding my feelings, worried I would let on. When all the while, I'm sure my T already had a good idea how I felt. He teases me that I think I am keeping things secret from him but he KNOWS me and there is not much I can hide.
While doing this work, I woke up one day and my leg hurt. It hurt when I tried to lift it or to put my shoes on. I tried taking ibuprofen and it helped a bit but this last weekend it got really bad to the point where I could not walk at all. I was in terrible pain and asked my dh to take me to the ER. Once there they took x-rays and told me that there was no break or dislocation of my hip (which it what it felt like). The pain seemed to be in the upper thigh and radiate down the leg. The ER didn't tell me what was wrong just that nothing seemed wrong with the hip. They told me to continue taking ibuprofen and to rest the leg and they also gave me crutches and said to call an orthopedist if it was not better in a week.
I didn't want to wait and the pain continued so I made an appointment with an orthopedic specialist. he asked me a few questions and then told me I needed to have an MRI to see if it was either a nerve (sciatic) issue or if I had a hairline fracture in my hip!! Of course that freaked me out when he said if that was the case I'd have to have surgery for a pin in my hip! I was a mess. My dh was with me and we went across the hall to the MRI place and made an appointment for later that day which ended up getting cancelled because my stupid insurance company required pre certification. Well it took me 3 days to get this and only because I kept calling the doctor's office and the insurance company. I finally got in today for the test.
I specifically asked for an open MRI knowing that I'm claustrophobic and that being confined is very triggering to me. I had never had one before and had no idea what the machine looked like on that the open ones were better for people with my issues. Well, when I got there it was not really open. I had to be put into this tube up to the top of my head. I had taken a half of Xanax before going but it didn't help that much because my anxiety was so high. And to make matters even worse, I woke up with a nasty head cold this morning. Probably my immune system is shot from the pain and worry over the last two weeks.
The tech was nice and said I could cancel the appointment but I felt stuck because I really needed to know if I had a broken hip or not. I've been out of work since Wednesday and am running out of vacation time (we don't get sick time). I really needed to know what was wrong before this weekend because I have a full schedule, my dh's birthday, a baby shower and my son is performing in a concert.
After all my struggling and all my pushing for a "stat" reading of my MRI... I'm here now on Friday night and NO ONE has called me with a report even though I was told I would hear today.
The MRI triggered me so badly that I fell apart when I got home and called my T to help me calm down. He has been very strong for me. Not only was I in this narrow tube (which makes a hellacious noise) but my ankles were tied together and I had this other contraption tied around my hips. The only thing I could see when I looked up was the machine two inches from my face. My T said my child was very scared because of past history and that I needed to talk to her to calm her down and tell her we are safe. I told him I would try because he has been so good to me that I want to try to listen to him.
All of this has left me pretty wrung out. So if I'm not around much or am here intermittently you all will understand why. I don't feel like I'm much help right now.
Thanks for reading. I'm gonna get myself to bed now and hope I can sleep without a lot of pain.
TN