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Fucking Injections

So. I had a ESI injection about 3 weeks ago. I was supposed to have the second injection of the series yesterday, but the claims adjuster for workers comp, in her infinite wisdom, decided I had to have a sit down with my Pain Management doctor first to discuss the after effects of the first injection.

I went in yesterday for my appointment. My doctor asked why we weren’t doing the injection, and I explained the claims adjuster’s reasoning. Man, was my doctor pissed!!! He explained to the nurse case manager that it is a series of injections. Often relief won’t happen after the first, but the second will work, but the injections should be about 2-3 weeks apart. Well, it’s been 3 weeks already, and would be another 2 weeks to get me scheduled and receive approval from wc. So basically that first injection, which incidentally didn’t do dick for my pain, was a waste of my time, my doctor’s time and the insurance company’s money. Siiiiiiiiiigh. Just…fucking sigh. Now we have to go back to square one and start a new series of injections. Fuck me.

I’m schedule for the “first” injection in 2 weeks, and the next injection 2 weeks later. I’m so fucking sick of injections. I mean, compared to spinal fusion, an ESI is like a mosquito bite, but in reality it does fucking hurt. It’s not fun at all, and I’m always miserable for 2-3 days after. And the worst part? They have never helped. The whole ordeal seems pointless for me, not to mention the fact that every time a needle enters my spine there are risks involved. One day I’ll write about my lovely experience with a spinal headache due to a dermal puncture from one of these injections.

If these injections don’t help, it looks like we’ll be moving onto the Spinal Cord Stimulator Implant trial. If it helps, I’ll have one permanently implanted. If it doesn’t help…then I’ll most likely be having that second fusion/discectomy/Laminectomy surgery sooner rather than later.

I’m running out of options here. I don’t even want to start thinking about the possibility that THIS is my permanent situation. If I do, I might just go mad.

On a completely unrelated note, here’s a picture of my cat. Isn’t he precious? I honestly don’t know what I’d do without Malkovich. He’s been so sensitive and in tune with my pain, and he always just seems to know when I need a cuddle.


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