Steve got his spinal injection this morning. It's his second this year. The first was just outside the vertebrae, his doctor believing it was arthritis plaguing him. That one lasted two blessed hours of relief. Only. The doc considered that a failure. It should have lasted months.
Today the doc decided to treat the pain as being caused by spinal stenosis, a different shot, different location, slightly different symptoms. Again, the expectation was for it to last several months, and could be repeated regularly to keep his unrelenting back pain at bay. He got it at 11, under anesthesia, meaning no food or water for 8 hours before time, and I had to stick around to drive him home.
As if I'd be anywhere else!
He walked out pain free! He was a little loopy from the anesthetic, but who cared? As the hours went on, optimism grew. Hope crept in.. We even discussed possibly taking a more scenic route heading north, not just the fastest one to get him to where he could lay back and relax as much as possible as soon as possible. Enjoyment versus endurance.
It's a few minutes after 6 now, our time. He just got up and went to lay down. The pain is coming back, and he wished to have that one last walk down the hall as pain free as possible before it came crushing in again.
Seven Damn Hours!
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