6/09/2005 02:15:00 PM|||Garnet|||

I've made an appointment with a new doctor for tomorrow morning. This pain is getting more acute by the hour and I can barely fend for myself around the house (it took me 45 mins to make a can of soup in the microwave). I don't know how to gently as people for help so instead of calling my MIL or dad, I called Honey and started sobbing in his ear...in the middle of his work day. I didn't get the sympathy and encouragement from him that I wanted. I knew the instant he picked up the phone that it was a mistake calling him. He's a man. He's well-skilled at being the sick person but not so adept at being the caretaker. He told me to call his mother. Which I simply could not break down and do. So I gathered up my strength and forced my body to make myself a good lunch and eat it. The kitchen is dripping with dishes but I have to ignore them since I can't bend down and fill up the dishwasher so well.

Enough complaining. I made a doctor's appointment. The muscle relaxers I took earlier did nothing at all but make me a little loopy and dizzy for an hour or so. Now that they've worn off I'm going to try a higher dose (but not higher than recommended on the bottle!) of Motrin. I'm starting to fear the worst: that this is not muscular, rather, it's like a bone spur or something. My mom's had several herniated and re-herniated disks in her spine and neck for years. So, as the doctor that I really am play on TV, I say it's hereditary and it's happened to me. Heh. My motto is "Fear the worst, hope for the best."

Honey's taking the morning (all day?) off tomorrow to take me to the doc and look after me. This is a new doctor for me so hopefully I'll like her. :)

Okay. My Pity Party is officially over. Ya'll don't have to go home but ya can't stay here!

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