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So I lay in the MRI machine for about half an hour.
Someone should really make a musical composition using those sounds.
Oh, and the radiologist, she went home at 4:30 so I still don't know shit.
All I want is to know what exactly the fuck is wrong, and how it can be fixed!
Since June it's just been bullshit chronic pain and I want it ended for fucks sake. I know I might not limp around and whine about it on a daily basis, but it really fucking hurts, and having had a lot of pain from various things I can say it rates a seven. It's worse then having three inch needles stuck in your knee to draw fluid out. It's worse than pulling a ten inch cathader tube out of your knee after the novacane has worn off. It's like having fresh horseradish in your eye, only it's fairly constant (and therefore sometimes ignorable.) Pain of three types wrapped into one joyful package. And I can't do a fucking thing about it. And my guess? It'll extend to next week, and I'll have a miserable weekend.
All I want to do is play volleyball. But nooo, because if I do that, I might accidentally break the other side off and sever my spinal chord in some horrible way.
The MRI films are neat looking, by the way, and it seems like my lumbar curve is ridiculous, like it's at a 90 degree angle.
For Christ's sake will someone please give me chocolate or something really fatty and delicious tomorrow to eat?
:(
Someone should really make a musical composition using those sounds.
Oh, and the radiologist, she went home at 4:30 so I still don't know shit.
All I want is to know what exactly the fuck is wrong, and how it can be fixed!
Since June it's just been bullshit chronic pain and I want it ended for fucks sake. I know I might not limp around and whine about it on a daily basis, but it really fucking hurts, and having had a lot of pain from various things I can say it rates a seven. It's worse then having three inch needles stuck in your knee to draw fluid out. It's worse than pulling a ten inch cathader tube out of your knee after the novacane has worn off. It's like having fresh horseradish in your eye, only it's fairly constant (and therefore sometimes ignorable.) Pain of three types wrapped into one joyful package. And I can't do a fucking thing about it. And my guess? It'll extend to next week, and I'll have a miserable weekend.
All I want to do is play volleyball. But nooo, because if I do that, I might accidentally break the other side off and sever my spinal chord in some horrible way.
The MRI films are neat looking, by the way, and it seems like my lumbar curve is ridiculous, like it's at a 90 degree angle.
For Christ's sake will someone please give me chocolate or something really fatty and delicious tomorrow to eat?
:(