So yesterday was filled with new and terrifying experiences. I went back to the doctor, as I had waited a week to see if the medicine worked. I saw a new doctor who was utterly amazing! Very thorough, very patient, filled with questions and the ability to listen! I spent about 45 minutes with him. He also has no idea what is wrong with me, but truely listened to all my symptoms, and thought about different ways to push and poke me. Eventually, he suggested bloodwork and a CAT scan. He felt a MRI would not help, though a CAT scan would tell us more and at least rule out other problems and answer maybe some questions. So off I went to the Imaging Place. No food or drink allowed for 5 hours before one, so I was thirsty and hungry.
Next, thing I know I am lying on a strange platform and they are unable to get the IV into my vein, so now I have several holes in my arms. Eventually, using the smallest needle they pierced my vein and ran cold saline solution up into me, next was iodine. yuck yuck yuck. Iodine makes you get hot all over, like a super hot flash and then you slide under the arch of the machine and have to hold your breathe for 20 seconds. Then you are all done, and they rip the IV out of you.
By this stage I did not really feel like going to work! So I called in and said I could not make it. I ate some dinner/lunch called the doctor to say I was out of painpills and went to bed.
What I have learnt: no-one has any idea what is wrong with my back! lots of ideas out there, but no firm ideas. It is not: bursitis, a broken rib, a pinched nerve, a chipped shoulder blade, unsure about torn muscle or knotted muscle, unsure about bone spur or stress fracture, and then there are the six million unknowns – stress being number 1. I think the thing that scares me the most is a) it is serious and b) there is nothing wrong.