arm stll hurtie. prayers much appreciated. worse news is that my major medical is now “on” and i have to come up with the $1000 deductible, but at least the MRI tonight should knock it out.

This was right after my managing editor had said nearly the same thing.

Ok, I ask for help when posting ask the matriarchs is hard. i know i can do the same for e-cafe. i’ve stopped knitting and though i’m blogging more here i’m doing less overall and not worrying abuot things like typoes and capitalization.

but yeah, past few days the arm pain has been back in full force, and tomorrow night i have an MRI to try and find out what’s going on.

Next week i will be in southern calif., first time ever. tooooo cooool!

so, anyway, this is kind of an open letter to god. what are you trying to tell me? surely you’re not trying to discourage me from writing–that’s the gift you gave me i most value!

bonk bonk, ok. there’s more, but you’ll just have to wait until my computer takes dictation.

More tests and hopefully a more definitive diagnosis later this month, as I’m seeing an orthopedist on April 23. But we’re still closing on the house on April 26.

DFH is a little freaked out about this, so if you’re going to say a prayer for my health, throw in one for his peace of mind, please? I’m determined to not let this get me down, and hoping to take up yoga and tai chi. Of course this means I will need to let go of some other things.

For about three weeks now, I’ve been having odd tinglenumbness (said she, queen of the neologisms) at the tip of my middle finger.

Now, for the past two days, I have a new symptom: a pain that stretches along my left triceps. I haven’t seen that muscle in years, but it’s still under there. I know, I can feel it. You know when you go in to a medical service provider and they ask you to describe the pain? I can only describe this as rubbery. And, it reminds me of funny-bone pain.

I think I finally sproinged the C7 nerve.

(edited to add: I succumbed and took medication for the pain, and overslept this a.m., missing EFM as a result.

Yargh.)

D. and I are having a bad case of schedule. If anyone’s feeling up for keeping me company over the next few days, I’m _really_ stir crazy and not clear for driving more than like a block.

I really appreciate it. And Happy Birthday Batty, while I’m sitting up, and had to restrain myself from laughing really hard at her most recent post, because laughing hurts like fsck.

Surgery consultation is scheduled for Thursday morning. I’m kinda stoked about the doctor; he went to Temple. I know some of his professors–well!

My doctor read the sonograms and said there is no sign of infection or blockage. She is concerned
about the fact that I am still in pain. I tried making it through today without any medication and it’s been icky. I suspect I’ll be fast-tracked into the OR  [ETA: Surgery scheduled for April 19] once I’m actually in front of the surgeon.

But I made it through work today!!!

I feel like I was punched really hard just under my ribs; never had that kind of lingering soreness before.

Aside from that soreness, I seem back to normal. I am terrified of eating, though.

“Ted Koppel, who provided a hard-news alternative as host of “Nightline,” will leave ABC when his contract expires in early December. With an audio slide show.”

What’s he going to do with the slide show?

I am still in a s#$tload of pain, nearly 24 hours after onset. This is supernotgood. I have a wedding to DJ tomorrow, and I still have to pick up the person who’s helping me with it.

All hail vicodin. *thunk*