Okay, so here's what happened on my way to work yesterday...
Here is what actually happened.
I got to doctor appointment A - the pain clinic - at the appointed "please arrive 15 minutes before your appointment," which was at 8 a.m. The nurse who called me back - the one who ALWAYS CALLS ME BACK, EVERY TIME I GO THERE - mispronounced my name AGAIN. EVERY FREAKIN' TIME!
I sat in the exam room for 40 minutes.
The doctor came in and decided I needed another spinal injection, which I was not prepared for. Usually, this means mild sedation and having someone drive me home. So, I did it with no sedation. Not recommended.
Meanwhile, as the techs were prepping me for the procedure, one of them discreetly pointed out that I had a tear in the back of my dress - right over my rear end. She kindly taped it together so I could at least walk out of the building with some semblance of dignity.
I had a bunch of clothes in my back seat that are on their way to Goodwill. I pulled out a dress, prayed it still fit, hustled back into the building, and threw it on in the lady's room.
Off to work.
When I got to work, it became immediately apparent that not having sedation causes A) a huge headache and B) feeling like I'd been punched hard between the shoulder blades. I did a flurry of work, told my boss I was going to doctor appointment B, and then going home.
At doctor appointment B, I had to wait only 20 minutes past my appointment time (progress!). This was my sleep doctor, who had put me on a CPAP 6 weeks ago.
"How's it going?" she asked.
I politely told her that I believe the CPAP is the spawn of Satan himself. It is like trying to sleep with an octopus strapped to your face via a horse halter. TRYING to sleep is the operative word, since I haven't had a decent night's sleep since I got the damn thing. But, being the recovering perfectionist that I am, I kept trying valiantly, night after night, to get a good night's sleep with this thing.
To which the doctor replied, "Oh, dear. You should have called me. I would have taken you off the CPAP weeks ago."
Then, I went home and slept for two hours.
And I offered it up - the whole stupid day.
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