Here We Go Again

It's been a while since I wrote about my horrible back pain. I know many people suffer from this particular ailment. So what makes mine so special that it deserves to be written about ad nauseum? Because it's mine that's why.

Tomorrow, I'm going in for another round of injections. This time though, instead of putting cortisone in my joints, the good doctor will be shooting something right into the nerves. Sounds swell doesn't it? They say it's an epidural. I thought those were only for women giving birth. My gut may be big, but I've never been mistaken for having a bun in the oven. I wonder how long I'll be numb, and if I'll be able to bend into crazy positions because I will feel no pain.

I hope this works. The other option sounded a little scary. The doctor told me they would go in and burn off the nerve that goes into that part of my back, in essence, killing the feeling. That sounds a tad dangerous. When I asked the doctor what keeps them from deadening my entire lower body, he shuffled his feet like a kid caught taking a cookie from the jar. (do people even use cookie jars anymore? Outdated sayings...discuss) "We monitor you all the way" he stammered and then said, "well let's not go into too much detail, that's just a last resort." How comforting.

I don't know if I'll be posting tomorrow. I may be too numb from the birthing process to sit up straight. I know these topics are a little self indulgent, but I have to write what I'm thinking about, so there you have it. I hope for all our sakes that soon I'll be writing a final back post hailing my miracle cure. Later...Brian