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icarusGot an email from my Dad:
"The bones of my neck look like Sylvester Pussycat's tail after he's stuck his tongue in a light socket. X-rays don't lie, I saw it myself today.
Rheumatologist Michael Blackmkore comments, "Oh my god, look at that!" Not much of a bedside manner, but then there was no bed, just an office, a light box and the x-ray prints.
I have degenerative disc disease and some form of arthritis in my neck that makes bone spurs form all over the vertebrae, and the spaces between them shrink so the nerves don't have room to be there anymore. Nerves get nervous under these conditions and send out pain signals to the brain. You can bribe the brain with drugs not to respond, but like junkies everywhere the brain goes to the highest bidder. When the drugs wear off the nerves are right there kicking the pain gong and you're off again. It's a mess.
The x-rays are dated Jan '03 but I chose not to ask why the doctor had only just looked at them today. The important thing is I got his attention finally by sending him a well-composed letter describing life with pain and asking him what the future looked like for me. He doesn't know. He's ordering up a series of blood tests, CT scans and MRI's to determine the
exact nature of my problem and what the indicated treatment would be. If it's Osteo, that is, wear and tear, arthritis all he can do is pain management and fusion surgery to immobilize the bad joints. If it's Soriatic there are still drug treatments that may work.
The doctor points to a particularly ugly spot on the ray and I locate it with my finger on my neck. Yep, that's a painful spot, okay. And those spurs would explain that snapping sound when I move my head?
By the end of the interview, which was rushed because the doctor was running behind schedule, I felt a bit queasy. Got a feeling this is only the beginning.
Advice? If you have any inkling, the barest hint of any skeletal issue, back pain, pronnation in the arches, ...deal with it now. Don't go through this."
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Any ideas, anyone?
"The bones of my neck look like Sylvester Pussycat's tail after he's stuck his tongue in a light socket. X-rays don't lie, I saw it myself today.
Rheumatologist Michael Blackmkore comments, "Oh my god, look at that!" Not much of a bedside manner, but then there was no bed, just an office, a light box and the x-ray prints.
I have degenerative disc disease and some form of arthritis in my neck that makes bone spurs form all over the vertebrae, and the spaces between them shrink so the nerves don't have room to be there anymore. Nerves get nervous under these conditions and send out pain signals to the brain. You can bribe the brain with drugs not to respond, but like junkies everywhere the brain goes to the highest bidder. When the drugs wear off the nerves are right there kicking the pain gong and you're off again. It's a mess.
The x-rays are dated Jan '03 but I chose not to ask why the doctor had only just looked at them today. The important thing is I got his attention finally by sending him a well-composed letter describing life with pain and asking him what the future looked like for me. He doesn't know. He's ordering up a series of blood tests, CT scans and MRI's to determine the
exact nature of my problem and what the indicated treatment would be. If it's Osteo, that is, wear and tear, arthritis all he can do is pain management and fusion surgery to immobilize the bad joints. If it's Soriatic there are still drug treatments that may work.
The doctor points to a particularly ugly spot on the ray and I locate it with my finger on my neck. Yep, that's a painful spot, okay. And those spurs would explain that snapping sound when I move my head?
By the end of the interview, which was rushed because the doctor was running behind schedule, I felt a bit queasy. Got a feeling this is only the beginning.
Advice? If you have any inkling, the barest hint of any skeletal issue, back pain, pronnation in the arches, ...deal with it now. Don't go through this."
~*~*~
Any ideas, anyone?
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Date: 2004-03-19 03:35 am (UTC)I really envy you your father. I feared and hated mine most of my conscious life. He died when I was a senior in college, exactly eighteen years ago yesterday. He was mentally ill (the scary kind and refused treatment) and diabetic as well as an alcoholic (not a pretty combination, as you might imagine.)
I really envy you. Your dad is cool. I hope they find a way to make this bearable for him.
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Date: 2004-03-19 08:57 am (UTC)My Dad and I were always close (according to my Mom at least: "you're just like your father and nobody's going to like you like nobody likes him!" - post divorce quote).
I didn't get to grow up with him though. He's in advertising, which, if you know anything about that business is a workaholic world - never has enough people (the flux is too great to keep a steady staff) so you have to do everything yourself, work till 9 or 10 every night, bust your ass most weekends.
When he was home on weekends he was so exhausted there was nothing left for us (or Mom). My brother got into fishing and Dad had just about enough energy to sit in a boat and hold a fishing rod, and it rested him for the next crazy project. So my brother and Dad spent a lot of time together on those weekends he was home.
His work schedule caused the divorce when I was 9 (Mom pretended it was polite non-acrimonious divorce, but every now and then such gems such as the above would slip out). When he became a 'one weekend a month dad' we actually saw him more than just fishing with my brother. So I got to know him then. But it was still one weekend a month, one-two holidays a year.
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