Or, at least my options are. I sent my dad a full-length, digital picture of myself for some guy that he knows that figures out how to cure people by measuring them (I think that qualifies for flat-out strange). I have an appointment next Monday with an herbologist, which should be interesting, at the very least. And today? Oh, today I had another appointment with the pain management specialist. He did trigger-point injections, which means he stabbed my head with needles and injected lydocaine into me. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as the the Q-tip approach. I asked if I looked like a pin-cushion. He assured me I looked like nothing. We'll chalk that comment up to language/cultural differences. He said if it did work he could use Botox for a more permanent solution. I'm planning on asking if he can do my forehead wrinkles while he's at it.
Anyway, he stabbed me on the right side, and it seemed to help a bit, so he stabbed me on the left. The intensity went down quite a bit. Still there, but almost to a functional level. It wore off after four hours and I could tell the difference - it was back to unbearable - so I'm thinking it really did make a difference. He said if it didn't work he would refer me to a neurosurgeon. I have another appointment next week, so we'll see about that.
By the way, I do look like a pincushion. I have very evident holes in my face from being stabbed. Unless everyone else is walking around bleeding.
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