That ain't right!!!

This hasn’t exactly been my all-time favorite week.  It hasn’t been the worst week of my life either, but I’ll have to say that when the whistle blows at 5 o’clock this afternoon, the door won’t be hitting me in the butt as I’m leaving, if you know what I mean! 

That presumes that I can make it to 5 o’clock.  You see, I’m having some back problems and dealing with some pain.  I went to a doctor with the chief complaint that my hip was killing me.  When he asked me what he could do to help (duh?) I told him it would be okay with me if he could pull it off like a Barbie leg and get me a new one.  After an exam, he took X-rays.  He looked at the X-rays and then took me out to take a look-see of my X-rays.  I did not go to medical school and I didn’t stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night, but I could tell that something was amiss.  The good doctor shook his head and gravely said, “That ain’t right!”  This is the same doctor who gave me a diagnosis of being ‘off’ last spring.  Add that to the number of doctors who have told me I'm interesting.  Good grief! 

So, I’m off to get an MRI next week.  I have to wait until next week, because it takes 3-4 days to get approval from my insurance company.  After that, there will be the minimum requirement of several days to evaluate the images.  Then, they will call and tell me that I have to go see another doctor.  I’m guessing 2 weeks before I see the doctor.  This is not my first trip to the rodeo.  I sort of know the routine.  Same story, different ailment.

In the meantime, it still hurts.  I have some pain medication, but really…I should only take it when my adult supervision is with me.  Seriously.  I’m told that I can be quite amusing in a drug induced haze.  I only have one or two inhibitions and if you give me the right drugs,  I lose them all.  Seems I hummed all night long the other night.  All. Night. Long.  And, not a lovely melody, but an off-key and very grating hum.  ooops!  Sorry!  I also am told (I have to take his word for it, because I don’t recall a thing) that I think I’m Christopher Columbus.  I get up and explore, looking for new worlds.  So, while I’m passed out and unaware of my pain…poor Rocket Man is on duty trying to keep me from heading out the door and down the street in my pajamas.  Oh…I also am told that if I get hot, I’m likely to shed my clothes.  I see great opportunity for embarrassing moments with the neighbors if I ever actually escape and decide to do a strip-tease in the Camelot subdivision.  

This morning, I’m feeling sort of hung over.  I didn’t actually sleep that long after I took the medication.  I woke up at 12:45 a.m. and spent the night awake in a drugged haze.  If I emailed you and it read like I was slobbering all over you, I’m sorry.  If I posted something silly on your facebook page, please forgive.  I’m pretty sure I kept my pajamas on, so I don’t think I owe my neighborhood an apology…yet.