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Apr. 30th, 2003 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlI hate when our e-mail gets messed up at work. I'm trying to get pictures from Saturday night.
The story with the MRI-no results yet...the preliminary report gets to the doctor today, the final report later in the week. I'll try and call tomorrow afternoon to see if it says anything-I'm betting not. And if I'm right and it says nothing, I'm going to have a serious talk about pain management...more frequent flares mean more interference with daily living. And I'm not going to take anything narcotic on a regular basis-the side effects are unbearable.
(I've had other ickyjointpain lately, but my SED rates were normal last summer, so no one seems to know what's going on, other than I ache.)
So the MRI-one of those moments when in my vanilla life, I'm grateful for the things I've learned from doing BDSM. Namely the ability to stay still and not move at all, and the part where things that are truly sucky I can focus on the ending and get through that way. Plus the enclosed space thing...not something I play with but I think just the concentration on breathing and closed eyes and all that helped. Either way it was noisy and they had no music and it sucked. And because of the noise I had a few moments when I felt like I was perhaps trapped in Phillip Glass's mind.
Really now, we wait.
Hrm...just the usual other stuff...work, karate, not sleeping well, more work. I am taking a couple of days off-next Tuesday and the Monday and Tuesday after that. I'll head to New York to see my Mom for Mother's Day (shh-big surprise, she doesn't know.) Boring boring boring. You know how it goes.
The story with the MRI-no results yet...the preliminary report gets to the doctor today, the final report later in the week. I'll try and call tomorrow afternoon to see if it says anything-I'm betting not. And if I'm right and it says nothing, I'm going to have a serious talk about pain management...more frequent flares mean more interference with daily living. And I'm not going to take anything narcotic on a regular basis-the side effects are unbearable.
(I've had other ickyjointpain lately, but my SED rates were normal last summer, so no one seems to know what's going on, other than I ache.)
So the MRI-one of those moments when in my vanilla life, I'm grateful for the things I've learned from doing BDSM. Namely the ability to stay still and not move at all, and the part where things that are truly sucky I can focus on the ending and get through that way. Plus the enclosed space thing...not something I play with but I think just the concentration on breathing and closed eyes and all that helped. Either way it was noisy and they had no music and it sucked. And because of the noise I had a few moments when I felt like I was perhaps trapped in Phillip Glass's mind.
Really now, we wait.
Hrm...just the usual other stuff...work, karate, not sleeping well, more work. I am taking a couple of days off-next Tuesday and the Monday and Tuesday after that. I'll head to New York to see my Mom for Mother's Day (shh-big surprise, she doesn't know.) Boring boring boring. You know how it goes.
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Date: 2003-04-30 12:59 pm (UTC)And I'm sorry you had to go for the MRI by yourself. :-(
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Date: 2003-04-30 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-30 01:09 pm (UTC)Either way, you're in my "think good thoughts" file.
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Date: 2003-04-30 01:14 pm (UTC)I'm glad it seems like your stomach-med-thing is getting organized. And at least for next time you know better how much paperwork needs to be done. Ugh. Your insurance sounds more difficult than mine sometimes.
Have fun at the wedding by the way
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Date: 2003-04-30 01:26 pm (UTC)