Wednesday I posted about my trip to the VA. Yesterday I took a new pain med then went to my physical therapy appointment and they looked at my MRI and immediately sent my over to a osteo oncologist and he sent me back to the basement which houses medical imagery.
Between doctors I barfed that ol' opiate barf due to my new pain med tramadol, and the more tangible fear lurking in my mind.
The x-ray did not shed more light on the situation, but at least the osteo oncologist guy did not want to do a biopsy like the P.T. doctors suggested I may need. He said that the dead section of bone was unusual and somewhat large (7.8cm X 1.4cm). He scheduled a cat scan for today and said that if something (bad) showed up he would call me early next week. If not, I will see him again in six month for a comparison of MRI's.
Since yesterday I've been joking with Ali that I'm part Zombie. I had put off retaking the pain med so I could be clear for our Valentine's date to see Mrs Aretha Franklin last night. WOW, what a show. Today Ali's heard me sing the refrain from this song a couple of dozen times..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyp5we2ySDoEarlier today we went to the hall of records to get our wedding license. It was a very good break before the afternoon's trip back to reality. Tonight I'm back with my thoughts and the pain is bothering me so I took another tramadol. Not a good thing for someone like me.. Now the waiting game.
Again, I not looking for vibes, just venting.
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