Bob drove me all the way up to the other side of Baltimore to Good Samaritan Hospital, where I had an EMG, which is super painful (as in tears rolling down my cheeks painful) for me. It showed no nerve damage - good news and bad news, in that while there is no nerve damage (most particularly in my neck, which is where the one doc kept telling me it was), we still don't know what in the fuck is up. The term "myalgia" was used.
When the doctor uses the term "myalgia", you know they don't know what's wrong; "myalgia" simply means "unidentified muscle pain", much like "neuropathy" means "unidentified nerve pain".
So I have moved from "neuropathy" to "myalgia".
After the fun of the EMG, I found I had lost about three days worth of painkillers - apparently, my pill case fell out of my purse. The only time I pulled my keys out without looking was in front of Staples (where I was copying coif patterns), so we went back there, but the odds of someone turning it in were pretty low, and we did not find it. I hate to think this, but the odds are high that someone found the pill case, and thought "cool! I can get high!".
Today, my arms hurt like a son of a bitch, especially the right one, since they only did the dig-the-needle-into-your-arm-electrify-i
I was a total bitch about all of this. Bob was extremely cool about it all, and took me to the movies to cheer me up, where we saw "Prince Caspian". I liked it, but liked even more that there was only one other couple in the theater, and they were grown-ups. Fabulous movie experience (and I totally want Susan's blue dress).
I also cheered myself up with a totally cute manicure - I use false nails, usually in a French manicure that works discreetly for events, but is easy to maintain. Every now and then, I am seduced by some of the more interesting designs, and I am currently wearing a design very like the one all the way on the left, but with a single rose and a lacy design along the tips. It's teh cyoot.
Lastly, I wish I were here:
The view from my room (roughly):
When the doctor uses the term "myalgia", you know they don't know what's wrong; "myalgia" simply means "unidentified muscle pain", much like "neuropathy" means "unidentified nerve pain".
So I have moved from "neuropathy" to "myalgia".
After the fun of the EMG, I found I had lost about three days worth of painkillers - apparently, my pill case fell out of my purse. The only time I pulled my keys out without looking was in front of Staples (where I was copying coif patterns), so we went back there, but the odds of someone turning it in were pretty low, and we did not find it. I hate to think this, but the odds are high that someone found the pill case, and thought "cool! I can get high!".
Today, my arms hurt like a son of a bitch, especially the right one, since they only did the dig-the-needle-into-your-arm-electrify-i
I was a total bitch about all of this. Bob was extremely cool about it all, and took me to the movies to cheer me up, where we saw "Prince Caspian". I liked it, but liked even more that there was only one other couple in the theater, and they were grown-ups. Fabulous movie experience (and I totally want Susan's blue dress).
I also cheered myself up with a totally cute manicure - I use false nails, usually in a French manicure that works discreetly for events, but is easy to maintain. Every now and then, I am seduced by some of the more interesting designs, and I am currently wearing a design very like the one all the way on the left, but with a single rose and a lacy design along the tips. It's teh cyoot.
Lastly, I wish I were here:
The view from my room (roughly):
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