Continuing the football metaphors, I went to my fourth doctor's appointment today (following a pretty rough weekend of tightness), another physiatrist. He listened and thought, declaring my symptoms "weird," and managed to eliminate mechanical issues as the source of my pain (i.e. not tailbone like coccydynia or SI joint like sacroilitis), by way of a Novacaine injection to my tailbone. He thinks its nerve pain in my sacrum related to the disc leaking its toxic fluid when I sit.
Or something.
Anyway, I go for another injection, this time a transforaminal epidural, next Thursday. It might be a long shot (hee hee), but I don't have too much to lose (especially with two Atavan to get me to the appointment!). And it sounds like the way to go (instead of nerve meds like Lyrica) . . . my naturopath/acupuncturist even seems to think so.
By the way, I postponed tomorrow's ultrasound. I'm benching myself. There'll be another game . . . .
To change sports, I keep thinking of Diana Nyad swimming for 40+ hours through sharks and jellyfish. If she can do that, I can do this . . . .
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