"You might just have to live with it"
So I had my doc appointment today to discuss what to do about my back problem.
First off, since the major damage is a membrane tear and compression on my L5/S1 nerve root, surgery is NOT the best option. In fact, surgery would not cure the pain and could possibly make it even worse over time.
In other words, surgery would be a waste of time.
He prescribed an anti-inflammatory/pain med called Cataflam that I should take along with my Vicodin and Robaxin (muscle relaxor). Other than that, the best thing he said I can do is attend physical therapy 3 TIMES A WEEK. Fuck.
I can't stand anyone even touching me anywhere near my back, let alone some asshole trying to stretch me out 3 fucking days a week. The doc then goes on to say that the other doctors recommended me for surgery simply to pawn my problem off on someone else, since they have no answer themselves. As for the physical therapy, my doc says chances are I probably won't even be able to bear the stretching.
Nothing else can really be done.
So, that's the gospel for today. I'm at the point where I just throw a middle finger to the sky and say fuck it all.
All I hear is "blah, blah, and more blah". I feel like a time bomb.
tick...tock....tick.....tock......
First off, since the major damage is a membrane tear and compression on my L5/S1 nerve root, surgery is NOT the best option. In fact, surgery would not cure the pain and could possibly make it even worse over time.
In other words, surgery would be a waste of time.
He prescribed an anti-inflammatory/pain med called Cataflam that I should take along with my Vicodin and Robaxin (muscle relaxor). Other than that, the best thing he said I can do is attend physical therapy 3 TIMES A WEEK. Fuck.
I can't stand anyone even touching me anywhere near my back, let alone some asshole trying to stretch me out 3 fucking days a week. The doc then goes on to say that the other doctors recommended me for surgery simply to pawn my problem off on someone else, since they have no answer themselves. As for the physical therapy, my doc says chances are I probably won't even be able to bear the stretching.
Nothing else can really be done.
So, that's the gospel for today. I'm at the point where I just throw a middle finger to the sky and say fuck it all.
All I hear is "blah, blah, and more blah". I feel like a time bomb.
tick...tock....tick.....tock......