You’re mistaken, I do not have a life. At..All. 
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I’m on the road, going to see the Surgeon now.
I have these very questions written down. I’ll let you know what they say.
Crossed fingers 
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(Side note…if I don’t get to go to my favorite Mexican restaurant today, someone else is gonna need pain meds 
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Ok. My understanding is there’s a really teeny needle stuck in a space between back bones. Inter..? something space.
They do a trial to see if it’s the right place. This is a temporary thing. After a trial period if it’s working you then get the hockey puck deal (I believe it holds the drugs)in your abdomen or buttock. Which ever works better in your life.
It’s very tiny amount of the drug shot in that space. So that’s a plus. None actually goes in your tummy. So being sick from it is not an issue.
Doctor said fentanyl. I told him I’ve had bad experiences with that. He assured me we’d iron that out in the trial period.
I hate having to go in hospital. And I’m looking at two or three hospital stays for this.
So it appears this is the path I’m on for the next 3 months.
I did get a time release Oxycontin injection so I’ll be good til(some amount of time), this surgeon can get me on his schedule. Probably first week of February.
I looked at my paper. It’s an Intrathecal device. In that space on the spine.
That’s where the small cannula to deliver the meds goes.
Sorry, my thoughts are jumbly. I’m tryna process.
I did get my Mexican food. My glucose and the Lil’wrekker respected my choice. So I had good grimes.
Oh, all the servers had Mexican flag decorated Crocs on. The Lil’wrekker was not amused.
Fun adventures I had today:
I wore mix matched eyeballs, always freaks people out. Especially medical folks.
The Mexican flag Crocs were a fun thing.
The Lil’wrekker had to do an emergency stop at Ulta(make up joint). I seriously hate that place. But we went in for her to get a very very important component to her skin care routine. Yeah right. I ragged her so much, I created a little captive audience that laughed every time I was rushing her. They got it.
I found, on the sidewalk a packet of cherry stickers, which was odd because I bought a thing of Cherry Almond hand cream just before.
Somehow I left part of my undergarments at the clinic. We contemplated calling in lost item report.
I couldn’t figure out how to say “raggedy red drawers” where it sounded ok. And I would be actually embarrassed to go get them. What ya gonna do?
Ivy said they’ll probably mail them to you. That would be alarming to get panties in the mail. You know I’ll forget before they get here. I can’t imagine a note they’d need to write;
“Dear Beckdawrek, you dropped your drawers and we found them”
Got home, cats drank all the water from my cuttings. Dogs were happy to see me. Bought Bayliss a new collar but it’s too small. They all got treats.
Grandkids got Pokemon cards.
So it’s been adventuresome.
And I feel good. No pain.
I like hearing about Ivy. She sounds like a no-nonsense woman.