I had my spinal stenosis consult with a surgeon. For some reason I was anxious about it. I don’t know why. Honestly, I don’t want surgery at this point even if I could swing it with what’s going on in my life, and I know there are no magic solutions to this but it was still a somewhat disappointing appointment.
Maybe spine surgeons just don’t come with a sense of humor or warmth. I don’t think the guy ever met my eyes, and when he was finished with what he wanted to say he just said, “OK,” and stood up. He didn’t even PRETEND to want to know if I had questions. I did ask some but really didn’t get much info.
The doctor basically told me to upgrade my walker and not to try to push through and keep walking when pain is bad, to stop and sit. And he’s referring me to a nutritionist so I can lose weight. He wants me to lose weight before surgery, not that losing will help the stenosis in any way. Thanks for the referral buster. I noticed in his notes that under ‘behavior/psych’ he listed the fact that I am overweight.
Eh. I don’t know what I expected out of it but it was less than satisfying.
Ernie wasn’t able to come with me. He’s just too exhausted and fuzzy-minded from the chemo. This morning I got up and went into the kitchen to find him sitting at a stool he’d pulled up to the counter to get his pills. He couldn’t find his pain pill. I sent him back to the couch, got his pill, and nagged him to drink lots of water. We’ve been joking about pill organizers, but maybe it’s time.
It’s Friday. I have lots of work to do.