The morning was rough with the right shoulder feeling like it had been through a battle while I slept. Thank goodness for a gel ice pack wrapped in a towel and shoved under the shoulder of my bathrobe. Later thanks go to heating pads. Eternal thanks go to swearing, which releases stress momentarily, if nothing else.
After the first round of icing the shoulder area pain was relieved and it was back to the tingling arm, hand, and fingers, which were all extra spicy today. The right index finger had bonus content with pain and feeling swollen.
After a coffee visit with Mom it was back to my house. The handyman was scheduled to return to
install the ceiling fan and light in the main bathroom and the new downspout on the
carport. We started drafting the cold weather work list of non-urgent tasks that first require me shopping for a dining room light and a medicine cabinet.
Around noon, the handyman left and there was the first food of the day (leftover
Chinese food, continued). A call was made to the backup hospital radiology department in another city to confirm they had received the x-ray order from the spine and pain center
that was supposed to be sent yesterday. They had not received it and based on the past several weeks I was not the tiniest bit surprised. Before I sent a portal note to the spine center team about the
referral, I called the local hospital radiology department to see if they were taking
walk-in x-rays yet. The person on the phone said they were taking x-rays as
long as there was an “order in hand.” My order was in their computer and I was
assured this was good.
I grabbed a jacket and was out the door and on the road within five minutes of ending
the second call. At the hospital, I followed the signs through the maze of a
building to patient registration as I had been instructed on the phone. The
person behind the glass told me (very politely) that non-emergency x-rays were still not being taken and I relayed the info received from the phone call of less
than 20 minutes earlier.
The receptionist expressed dismay with colleagues who have
been providing incorrect info, then checked in with someone in an office down
the hall. She returned with a small stack of paperwork and took me to an
office where she told the occupant to make sure my papers were marked with “approved.”
After a few signatures on a digital pad I was told to report to the CT scan department.
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| Ice pack and TV, evening edition. |
Also tomorrow, hopefully there will be news from the spine and
pain center with some steps for pain relief. I would like to be done with things hurting and tingling and not
being able to get comfortable and feeling perpetually bitchy because things hurt. It’s
exhausting. There are things to be done besides sitting with ice packs and heating
pads and I’d like to be doing some of them.

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