I picked up my MRI report today. Now, I’m the type to jump a mile ahead based on my own assumptions before seeing a professional–I’m too impatient to wait for a doc–but, erm…things are NOT looking good. I see the pain specialist Wednesday and will make an appointment with my neurosurgeon tomorrow, FTR.
The good news is, all the discs above the surgical site are unchanged.
The bad news is, in the disc that was operated on, there’s a herniation of nearly identical size (8mm) and in practically the same place. The report says there is “encroachment on the nerve root.” Yeah, no shit. I noticed.
I’ve been told in years past by back care professionals that anything above 7mm is surgery. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuper. Fuck me.
The success rate of a 2nd microdiscectomy is essentially the same as a first…but if it herniates again, I’m looking at fusion…and THAT’S “real” back surgery. Fuck me, again.
Thing is, I’m glad to know it’s something. My fears were that the MRI would show nothing significant, or worse, nothing at all…that’s the hell I see a lot of back pain sufferers in.
I’ve been unable to work since 11/30. It’s killing me. I love teaching, and I adore my students. I also miss them terribly. I want so badly to go “home” to them…but now I don’t know when I will. Thank Og I have disability insurance.
I really want another baby. I was wondering if, and admittedly kind of hoping, I was pregnant by accident (2 missed BC pills, plus medication that interacts with the BC pill, and my period was unusually short to almost nonexistant). The pregnancy tests–yeah, I took more than one–were negative. All things considered, that’s a very good thing. Being pregnant–well, big pregnant–like this would be disastrous.
Now I’m wondering if I’ll be able to carry another child at all.
Fuck.
“On the first day of Christmas,
My surgeon gave to me…
A microdiscectomy!”
sigh
I’ll get past this. It just means my life is taking another expected turn. I just wish I had a map so I could see where it’s going.