MeanLaureen
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I got a call from the Rhuematologists office yesterday to come in today and get a shot of cortisone stuck in my ankle.
I get there today all ready to get the needle stuck in me.. not that I was fine and dandy with it but I was being a brave little camper.
In walks the doctor and he checks out my ankle, then refers back to my file with the result of my xray of my left knee - he says "hmmm.. some pretty bad advanced damage on that knee.. better shoot that one too"
Now for some reason deep down inside I had a feeling that while I could get by with the ankle because it was kinda like my wrist, the knee would hurt like a bad mother.
I was right
He came walking back in with the needles and when I stretched up to look at them he immediately said "don't look at them". Looked to me like one of them resembled something like a harpoon. Where the heck was he going with that thing - was he going to inject the cortisone into my knee via my heel???
So he starts making small talk with me as he does the anticeptic stuff... then he applies the freezing stuff to my joint to numb it (yeah like THAT makes much of a difference past the first 32ndths of an inch of skin) We were discussing my mom and my butthead brother (not to be confused with my hyperactive brother) and he said "So how many brothers do you have?" and before I could answer - whammo - the harpoon goes in.
I'm not 100% sure but I think my eyes did a Roger Rabbit. I immediately let out a little wimper like a puppy and then reminded myself that I wasn't going to be a wimp - I'm STRONG.. I'm MEANLAUREEN darnit! - So I did my little mind over matter gimmick in my head which gets me through anything in time to feel the junk flow through my knee.. which by the way STINGS like there is an entire swarm of bees flying in my knee.
Then without any word other than a really tiny wimper from me he gets ready and does it again but in my ankle. This time it didn't hurt nearly as much but still makes you inhale reaaallllllly deep when the needle first gets in there nice and deep.
I asked him when he was done and had put the bandage on the injections if I was the biggest wimp he had. Because to me I figured I must have looked pretty daggone funny with the Roger Rabbit eyes and the sucking of half of the oxygen in the room in one swift breath.
He told me I was actually the bravest person he has ever had. He said I didn't cry, scream, hit him or even flinch. I was surprised. I asked if that really happens. He told me all the time - especially with the men!
I got a round of applause from the nurses (I've gotten to know them well after the 4 yrs since I was diagnosed with AOSD) - seems they peeked in to see how I would do. I even got a congratulatory sucker...LMAO
The best part? I have to stay off my feet for 24 hours and rest for the next 24 hrs as much as possible. I'm thinking it's time for Lauri to be catered to!
So that was my day.. how was yours
I get there today all ready to get the needle stuck in me.. not that I was fine and dandy with it but I was being a brave little camper.
In walks the doctor and he checks out my ankle, then refers back to my file with the result of my xray of my left knee - he says "hmmm.. some pretty bad advanced damage on that knee.. better shoot that one too"
Now for some reason deep down inside I had a feeling that while I could get by with the ankle because it was kinda like my wrist, the knee would hurt like a bad mother.
I was right
He came walking back in with the needles and when I stretched up to look at them he immediately said "don't look at them". Looked to me like one of them resembled something like a harpoon. Where the heck was he going with that thing - was he going to inject the cortisone into my knee via my heel???
So he starts making small talk with me as he does the anticeptic stuff... then he applies the freezing stuff to my joint to numb it (yeah like THAT makes much of a difference past the first 32ndths of an inch of skin) We were discussing my mom and my butthead brother (not to be confused with my hyperactive brother) and he said "So how many brothers do you have?" and before I could answer - whammo - the harpoon goes in.
I'm not 100% sure but I think my eyes did a Roger Rabbit. I immediately let out a little wimper like a puppy and then reminded myself that I wasn't going to be a wimp - I'm STRONG.. I'm MEANLAUREEN darnit! - So I did my little mind over matter gimmick in my head which gets me through anything in time to feel the junk flow through my knee.. which by the way STINGS like there is an entire swarm of bees flying in my knee.
Then without any word other than a really tiny wimper from me he gets ready and does it again but in my ankle. This time it didn't hurt nearly as much but still makes you inhale reaaallllllly deep when the needle first gets in there nice and deep.
I asked him when he was done and had put the bandage on the injections if I was the biggest wimp he had. Because to me I figured I must have looked pretty daggone funny with the Roger Rabbit eyes and the sucking of half of the oxygen in the room in one swift breath.
He told me I was actually the bravest person he has ever had. He said I didn't cry, scream, hit him or even flinch. I was surprised. I asked if that really happens. He told me all the time - especially with the men!
I got a round of applause from the nurses (I've gotten to know them well after the 4 yrs since I was diagnosed with AOSD) - seems they peeked in to see how I would do. I even got a congratulatory sucker...LMAO
The best part? I have to stay off my feet for 24 hours and rest for the next 24 hrs as much as possible. I'm thinking it's time for Lauri to be catered to!
So that was my day.. how was yours
. I probably would have passed out. I actually did pass out once when I was having blood drawn at the fertility clinic. I bet you've never seen doctors move that fast. They had to use the smelling salts.
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I've had cortisone shots in my heel before for inflammation and I have to say they are incredibly painful. It's not even the needle so much, it's the burning sensation as the medicine runs into you.
Hope you are feeling better soon.....
It was embarassing.
and hope he won't be able to find me.
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