After an E.R. visit and a trip to an orthopedic surgeons PA (which totally makes me mad) they STILL don't know what's wrong with my nerve.
So we get to do the age old torture of NERVE TESTING! Yay!
They're also going to give me a nerve block and see if that helps get some of the feeling back in my muscles in my foot and leg. It would be so nice to walk again.
"And if that doesn't work," says perky PA, "then we'll do surgery."
"On what?!" I responded.
That's what I thought. Boy, they just loooove cutting people open.
(Honestly, I was hoping for surgery. Like, emergency surgery, so I could have it before we moved. Sigh, looks like I'll have to wait for AZ.)
I'm on too many drugs to come up with a "I've got nerve" jokes. Sorry. So please, leave all your hilarious joke ideas in my comment box, where I can laugh at them through my Percocet induced coma. Thank you so much.