I made it to my
doctor appointment yesterday, but maybe that's because I made my husband drive. Otherwise perhaps I would have spent the day at the mall. Or hiding in a corner sucking my thumb.
The neurosurgeon looked at my MRI films, poked me, stuck a vibrating tuning fork against me, and then tried to crack my body in half (or at least that's how it felt, and he did apologize). He wants to try treating this before having to think surgery, which is a-okay with me.
I'm now on
methylprednisolone and once that is finished, I move on to
naproxen.
I am also scheduled to have a
SSEP, test done on my nerves, this Friday. I'll follow up with another appointment with him to talk about the results next Wednesday.
So, aside from hurting, my mind is okay. I made it through the appointment, and I'm taking it one step a time.
Of course, I'll probably be panicking again before Friday's test and then before my next visit. But for now - I am okay. (And I hope if I keep telling myself that, I can get through this .... no matter what the outcome is)